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Scene #65 “Murry, wut aryu duin,” I mumbled in the middle of the night. At least I think I did. Maybe not so much with the remembering when I’ve been dragged from unconsciousness at a time I just call ‘dark.’ You only need to number the hours if you’re making plans, and my plan for that hour is always the same, be sleeping. “Nothing, honey. Go back to sleep.” “K.” When morning did come, the sun was out, the birds were singing, and so was Mary. I got out of bed and slippered my way downstairs to the sound of Mary rocking around the Christmas tree, which we didn’t have yet. “Morning,” I said and smiled from the doorway. “What’re you making,” I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Pancakes.” “With cinnamon?” I yawned again and sat myself down in a kitchen chair. “I know how you like them. Didn’t you get enough sleep?” “I did.” “You can go back to bed for a while. We can do Zoom church at ten.” “Ugh, no way with Pastor Mike.” How someone can take the majesty of the whole of existence and make it boring, I dunno. I got up and made us glasses of juice and water. Mary crossed the kitchen and gave me my good morning kiss and butt squeeze (what, you don’t get a good morning butt squeeze? I’m so sorry for you). When our lips parted, she kept her hands on the small of my back. “Mmm. Good girl.” Ooo, two squeezes! I must’ve been an especially good girl. And did you hear what she called me? Ha! “What I do,” I asked. I mean, yeah, I’m a good girl all the time, but I usually hafta do something to be told so. “You have a dry bottom.” She just said that and left it flopping on the floor, going back to the stove to flip the pancakes. Having the experience of getting flipped over by Mary, ‘patted’ with that very spatula, and eaten, I think I know just how the pancakes must feel: in love with Mary. And vulnerable to her whims. But back to what she just said, “Of course I ... Did you wake me up last night?” “Sorry. Didn’t mean to, but you went right back to sleep.” “What were you doing?” “Changing your diaper, sweetie. You were wet. Syrup or jelly?” For a second I thought there must’ve been someone else in the room because my wife and I were talking about middle-of-the-night diaper changes, not breakfast. Also, “Syrup, please.” I hoped, o how I hoped, the sound of me getting the butter and jelly - Mary prefers jelly on her pancakes; she talked me into trying it, and I do like it, but she says it doesn’t count as a serving of fruit so I usually stick with syrup, which does count as a serving of tree sap - anyway, I hoped the sound of those things covered the sound of me checking the front of my diaper. And yep, dry. I know I woke up and peed around midnight, because I do that most nights diapered or not. I’ll admit here that I do get back to sleep easier when I do that in a diaper, but I’m never telling Mary. “Why did you do that,” I asked Mary. “Change you? Because you needed it, silly.” “Um, have you ever done that before? In the middle of the night, I mean.” “Nope.” “So ...” “I woke up and reached over to find you and felt you had wet pants and decided to change you.” “My pants ...” “Figuratively.” “O ... kay...” I guess that’s ... okay. Feels like life just got weirder around here, and we already crossed the weirdness barrier in our house many miles ago. It’s like crossing the sound barrier, but instead of a sonic boom, you just hear this voice in your head go, “Huh. So that’s a thing now, is what it is ... interesting.” She scoffed at me as she set our plates down and sat across from me. “What, you want to sleep in a wet diaper?” “No! I just ... are you gonna make a habit of that?” “Well, if I happen to wake up and find you really wet, I might change you. I’ll try not to wake you.” Man, she’s taking the ‘please take care of me’ thing from last night super seriously. Like, for serious? Apparently. And yes, there’s frequently a monologue like that running my head. Weirdness barrier waaaaayyyyy back there in the distance... “Did you ... did you get back to sleep okay,” I asked. I mean, she literally does not have to do that. I sleep fine, and she needs to sleep fine, too. Besides, if your wife is going to make you wear a wet diaper, while you’re unconscious is the best time. Although she’s not making me ... I think? I’ll ... okay. Don’t interrogate yourself, a little voice said to me. Good tip, I said back. “Mhmm. Mmm! Did I ever tell you I make good pancakes?” “A time or two.” From scratch! “Thanks for making them with the cinnamon.” “Just a pinch, like your mom makes,” Mary said. Which is true. That’s how my mom makes them, and that’s why I like them that way. The pancakes I grew up with, except Mary’s don’t come from a box of mix. I smiled at Mary. “What?” “I can’t help but notice you’re happy this morning.” “Yeah, I guess I am.” “Is that ...” Aw fuck it with the sideways attacks, straight at the issue, damn the torpedoes, every kinkster will do her duty like an Englishman, men abed in their homes will think themselves accursed that they were not, yada yada ... anyhoo ... “Can we talk about last night,” I asked directly. “Haven’t we been?” “I mean before we went to sleep. The, um, living room.” “Sure.” “I just ... I’m not a little.” Just in case the footie pajamas and pacifier and teddy bear - followed by the bedtime diapering - had led her to believe even otherwise. I mean, I would be, if she really wanted me to be. But I’m not. And she hasn’t asked or dropped any hints that she does want ... anyhoo ... “I know,” Mary confirmed. See? She knows me better than anyone, and Mary knows I’m not a little, so the opinions of others on that subject aren’t even worth my time. “I just wanted to do something special for you,” I said. “It was very special. Thank you again.” “I thought it would make you feel better. You’ve been so ... it was Lisa’s idea.” That caught her off guard. “Lisa? What does she ...” “I called her.” “What made you do that, sweetie?” “You’ve been sad and stressed, and I didn’t know how to make you feel better. The usual things didn’t work.” She smiled at me, one of those aren’t-you-so-sweet-it’s-pitiable smiles. “You don’t have to worry about me that much.” Well, I do, is the thing, because she’s my wife and the love of my life, so I didn’t even respond to that. I skipped right over that and said, “So I called Lisa.” I hope this doesn’t get back to Lisa. She might not like that I told Mary. “And she told you to get your teddy bear and come snuggle with me?” “She told me you might ... that maybe you wanted ... that if spanking me wasn’t cheering you up, maybe you needed some ... ...” Apparently we were having a shortage of words in our house. “Are you okay?” “Mhmm.” “Did you not like snuggling with me?” “No! I mean, yes, I did. I just ... Lisa said maybe you were feeling more like a big than a domme and maybe that’s why ... spanking me has always made you feel better before.” “Daffy ... here,” she said and took my plate. She put it in the microwave for ten seconds. I had forgotten to eat while I was busy stuttering and stumbling my way through whatever it was I was trying and failing to say. “C’mere,” she said and patted her knee. I got up and sat down in her lap. I felt her stifle a scortle, perchance at my outfit, still the footies but with some padding underneath. “Bite,” she asked and proffered me a bite of pancake. I accepted it. “Good girl.” “Thenku.” “Talking with your mouth full?” “Sorry.” She kissed me on the cheek and handed me my fork. Just because she now checks and changes my diaper in the middle of the night does not mean she needs to feed me like a ... dammit. “Sometimes a spanking doesn’t solve things,” she told me. Well, duh, right? “But it makes you feel better.” My butt is Mary’s stress ball. I have a pair of panties that say so right on the seat! “At least, it used to.” “It still does, silly. Last week was just ... off.” “So you still like spanking me?” “If you ask one more question with an obvious answer, I’ll turn you over my knee right here,” she laughed. That’s exactly the kind of pretext my Mary would use to paddle me. “Just checking ... So if spanking didn’t solve your crummy mood, why did snuggling do it? And we snuggle all the time.” “I don’t think snuggling solved it. I just think it ... I don’t know. Maybe I’d have woken up happy today regardless ... but you helped,” she rushed to reassure me. Not that I need more reassurance than the average ... whatever I am these days. “But that’s what you wanted, to ... how did Lisa know and not me?” “I think she just made a good guess. Take more bites.” Which I did. I don’t normally need so up much promoting to eat my sugar. Really. “Maybe,” Mary speculated, “Lisa was just thinking about what she likes and thought I’d like the same thing.” “Because she thinks you’re ...” I stopped myself from saying it. “What? What did she say?” “It’s not something she said. It’s more ... do you wish I were a little?” “I like you the way you are.” “But you liked me in that outfit a lot.” “Because you looked ... with your paci and your bear and your eyes all big, you looked like you needed me.” I mean, sure, with the outfit and accessories and maybe I was a little wide eyed and silent like I got lost in the toy store and was scared I couldn’t find my mommy ... dammit. I didn’t need her any more or less I’m that moment that I ever do. I have a pretty standard hierarchy of needs: warmth, shelter, peanut butter, to be told I’m a good girl, a butt that’s always in danger, and all the love. Each of those things can translate directly to ‘Mary.’ Except the peanut butter. She’s more often a barrier to that. But only because she loves me! Sigh... So I told Mary, “I need you all the time.” “Aw, baby, and that makes me feel like the most important person in the world.” “Well, you are. I mean, duh ... Maybe I just can’t ever understand.” “Can’t understand what?” “How ... to be happy ... I need someone, um, you specifically, to take care of me to make me happy, but you need someone to take care of to be happy.” “You, specifically,” she said and poked me in the side where I’m ticklish. “I guess I don’t understand that entirely.” “Letting me take care of you is how you take care of me. Simple as that.” “Or seriously complicated, but ...” That’s seriously complicated. I looked it up, and nope, no one understands what that’s all about. “What?” “I guess we don’t need to understand it. Just remember it.” “That’ll work, won’t it?” It would have to, because bigs are confusing. “Mhmm.” “All done?” “Mhmm. And I don’t ... if it makes you happy, I don’t mind wearing cute outfits.” “You make just about all the clothes cute when you wear them. I don’t think it was the outfit.” “What was it then?” “The look on your face. The way when I asked you what you were up to, you didn’t know.” She does like me confused. Makes it easier for her to manipulate me into the sorts of scenarios that end with stuff and things in places at times. She loves those, and so do I. Of course, sometimes I’m just pretending to be confused, but that’s part of the fun. “Thanks for taking care of me,” I said. “If you hadn’t ... hoo boy.” I mean, if she had just told me I looked cute and went back to work, yikes would I have been a hot mess. But she wouldn’t do that. “What,” she asked me. “I was just feeling kinda insecure already, but I guess you know that now.” “You coulda told me.” “I didn’t want to add onto your plate. I was trying to care of you.” “Taking care of you is how you take care of me,” she said again. “Well, I didn’t know that last night.” Or I did, but not with so much clarity. She put it really well. That’s what Lisa was trying to tell me and couldn’t articulate, and it’s what I knew inside me but didn’t think of it in those words. Which raked a question, “So, question: can I be too needy, in that little dynamic you just said?” “Can you be too needy? Anyone can. Are you too needy? No.” I’ll add to that, am I needy? Yes. Am I too needy for just about everyone else in the world? Hellz yes, and I had racked up quite the stable of exes in my short pre-Mary life to prove it. But I’m not too needy for Mary. I just need to be told I’m not too needy for her from time to time. It’s a symptom of the larger problem. But then I guess it’s not a problem for Mary, so it’s not a problem for me either. “Good,” I said. “Just promise me you’ll say something if I ever am.” “Promise.” I got a kiss. “Good job eating your breakfast.” I mean, for example (random example, plucking it outta thin air), I don’t need praise for things like eating my breakfast, for the record. Littles are the kind of people who need that degree of affirmation. I just happen to really like that degree of affirmation sone days (most of the days), and also for everything else I do. Totally different. Really. “Let’s go to church,” Mary said and patted my hip to get me to stand. “Not yet.” “Why?” “Reasons...” “O, you just wanna cuddle some ... you’re peeing on me, aren’t you?” I didn’t immediately respond ... for reasons. Mary didn’t mind, she just rubbed little circles on my shoulders until I was, um, ready to answer, “Like you don’t like that, ya big weirdo.” “Hey! Is that name calling from Miss Potty Pants?” “I had to go.” “You could’ve gone to the bathroom. I did repeal that rule,” she reminded me. “O. I, um, forget ... sometimes ... is all.” Really. And don’t you interrogate my reasons, either! “Uh-huh. You ready now?” “I don’t think you appreciate how hard that is.” “What?” “Peeing my pants!” “You don’t have to.” “I mean physically! It’s not ... it’s a skill.” I had to practice at it. It took a while to get good at it. “Then you must have mad skillz,” she teased me while scratching her fingers over my pajamas where the diaper wrapped around my hip. “Yeah. And if I’m going to feel it, I just want to share the sensation with you. That’s called reaping what you sow, Mary.” “For someone allegedly so insecure, you sure are mouthy all of a sudden.” “You reassured me. I’m good for a while.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Good work,” I said, because Mary and bigs and people in general need reassurance to, even if it seems like they’re totally on top of everything. True story. She gave me a kiss back. “No more stalling. We’ll miss it.” I got up and got swatted on my butt, which was mmmm. She held my hand all the way back upstairs. “Can I have a change,” I asked as we settled on the bed and opened the iPad to Zoom church. Pastor Sarah was just getting started, while Pastor Mike was sitting in the background looking like he was thinking hard about how to be boring for the next service. “You can wait,” Mary said and gave me a swat. “Can wait in the middle of the night to,” I grumbled. “If you don’t want me to ...” “Well, let’s see how good you can be at not waking me up first ... can I have a good girl spanking after church?” “You’re gonna get a bad girl spanking after church if you don’t settle in and pay attention.” “Yes’m.” I can’t wait to go back to physical church. I miss it and our friends and Pastor Sarah, and this bathroom in the basement where Mary takes me after if I don’t behave ... sigh. When the pandemic is over, I’m gonna have to ask Jane to text me the third Sunday of every month around 9:15. For reasons.

Thank you for all your feedback! Warning, this next installment is pretty dark. -In The Ether Of The Unknown- What felt like seconds later, Jack had awoken to the same pain in his head and torso he had been experiencing before, but now the loud ringing noise that had brought him and his wife to their knees had subsided, granting him a modicum of peace despite the waning pain that was still ever present in his body. 'Where am I?' The question was a valid one. He couldn't see anything in front of his face and from what little sensory information his body gave him, it seemed as though he was submerged in a very viscous fluid. He tried to move his arms, kick his legs, but the fluid that surrounded him made it nearly impossible to move his limbs. From how it embraced his body, Jack could only compare it to floating in maple syrup since it prevented him from doing any movements quicker than a snail's pace. An oddly out of place mechanical 'thumping' sound started up. The steady 'heartbeat' of the machinery was agitating the fluid, helping it move all around him. Despite his lingering headache, Jack could only assume that the fluid was some kind of alien salve which had been used to repair his body. Obviously, he had been abducted by aliens, right? What else explained that beam of light and his wife disappearing before his very eyes? "Kimi!" Jack screamed out into the thick flowing fluid. That was a mistake. The moment he opened his mouth, the viscous sludge filled his mouth, forcing him to swallow it or suffocate! Jack knew better than to inhale the alien substance, but instinct overpowered his rational thoughts, compelling him to 'breath' in the fluid. As his body gave in and drank of the fluid, Jack couldn't help but notice that it didn’t really taste like anything. It was probably what drinking silicone was like, Jack thought as the thick goop filled his throat and penetrated his lungs. 'Great. I'm going to die in some alien's warped and perverse version of a Lava Lamp.' However, death never came. Neither did suffocation. Jack was left to wonder just what the hell was happening to him. Was his body being preserved for study? Was he going to be a cosmic cadaver, not unlike the ancient Egyptian mummies? Or was his original theory correct? Was this weird slime repairing his body? His mind was plagued by so many questions that couldn't be answered at that moment. Speaking of questions, on the other side of the glass orb, that Jack was contained in, stood two giant humanoid women who were discussing him like he was simply an object. "So, you want two girls?" Came the simple yet life altering question from a youthful looking professional. "Yes, I have no desire to adopt a useless little boy." The other woman answered before adding. "I should only get one, but studies have shown that a mother of two is seen in a more sympathetic light." The blond woman wearing a lab coat looked up from her clipboard and gave the expectant mother an odd look. "I was wondering why the Mistress of Misery was down here in my lab, looking at the first successful pair of Little transfers in Deutschian history." Rebecca thought out loud. " You absolutely detest babies. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you must be looking to humanize yourself in front of the media after that horrible fracking disaster that wiped out the indigenous Little population of Mumbo Wambo, huh?" The medical technician asked without thinking. The neutral expression on the other woman's face turned cold as she stared at the young head of Technical Innovations. "Rebecca, how quickly you forget your place. If I had no use for your talents, you'd be shrunk and stuffed into that empty glass womb to join these two unlucky brats." The 'Madam of Misery' stated in a cold tone. "I apologize for speaking out of turn, Madam President." Rebecca replied with a visibly cowered stance. "That's better. Never again will those terrible tabloids call me that name once I unveil this glorious breakthrough that you have helped Schwarzer Stein achieve!" Rebecca nodded as she slightly brought up her clipboard to hide the bottom of her face from this crazy woman standing next to her. She was a very smart, young woman, but at that moment, she wished she had better skills when it came to social interactions. She always said things too blunty. Always spoke her mind and never hid her comments behind a veil of faux niceties. In a lot of ways, the two women were a lot alike, but unlike her boss, she couldn't speak so freely. Thankfully, she rarely had to see this intimidating woman who ran half of the country's economy from the confines of her luxurious penthouse suite at the top of the tower. "So." Rebecca did her best to speak up, trying to get things back on track. "You don't want a boy. How about twins?" "Yes!" The CEO replied, a smile forming on her face. "Twins are rather cute. The media loves them and it'll be good for publicity." "Right." Rebecca replied, gazing at the now smiling brunette. Her boss turned away from her and stared at the large artificial glass womb. She appeared to be around her late forties, maybe even 50 years old, but no one knew her true age thanks to the secrecy the Corporate leader cloaked herself in. Despite trying to hide all aspects of her personal life, the woman exuded an aura of vanity and flash due to her odd choice of fashion. Her hair definitely looked like it was from a long past decade that celebrated big hair with its volume rich lift in the front and high on the sides appearance. The only thing that kept her hair from looking like a caricature of Peggy Bundy was the fact that she kept it combed back while two loose strands which formed faux horns by her temples. Her eyes were hidden away by gaudy, magenta framed sunglasses with green tint that rested on her high cheekbones. Equally tacky gold earrings hung from her ears while a necklace made of Lapis Lazuli hung around her turtleneck covered neck. Her suit was a rather bold shade of purple that stood out from the white gloves she wore. If Rebecca had to guess, her boss was either a germaphobe or trying to hide the wrinkles that were beginning to form on her hands with those gloves. The latter seemed more likely since the woman obviously had a face lift in the past. "Is there any possible way to slow down their metabolism? I don't want to have to feed them often." The Mistress of Misery spoke up, breaking Rebecca away from her internal musings. "You don't plan on breastfeeding them?" The older woman turned away from the large glass orb to face Rebecca. "Don't make me laugh, I'll be having my assistant do that nonsense." "Then, for the sake of Malene, I suppose we should remove their teeth?" "I suppose we could." The CEO mused. "You don't want them biting you during photo ops, right?…" "I'd rip their legs off if they did!" The older woman declared loudly before lowering her voice. "Speaking of which, can we remove their ability to walk? Last thing I need is the little shits running away and giving the news something to slander me with." "But of course, Madam President. I'll remove their teeth and surgically limit their walking." "Very good." The older woman replied with a thin lipped smile. "Anything else?" "No, that should be fine. How long will it take?" "I can have the autonomous surgeon do everything in vitro." Rebecca stated as she made her way over to a control panel. "In what?" "Basically, what i'm saying means 'in the womb' treatment." "I knew that! I was just asking so that the Littles could understand what you're about to do to them!" The CEO and President of Schwarzer Stein said as she crossed her arms. "Actually, the glass is soundproof and, while we can see into the womb, the liquid surrounding them is filled with billions of microscopic particles that inhibit a Littles' eyes, preventing them from seeing past the artificial amniotic fluid." Rebecca explained as she started typing commands into her workstation. "Well, that's no fun." The Mistress of Misery replied with a slight frown. "I wanted them to know exactly what's going to happen to them!" "Madam President, I assure you that they're going to be completely aware of everything I tell the autonomous doctors to do to them." "I suppose that's fine. Kind of takes all the fun out of it though." The older woman stated as she watched the robotic arms come to life within the oversized glass dome. "You'll have plenty of time to tease them and tell them everything you plan to do to them once I prepare them for you." Rebecca promised as she swung a small joystick around on her control panel. A series of screens just above her keyboard showed her exactly what she was doing in real time. Each movement of her tiny knob directed two separate mechanical arms, in both artificial wombs, to the exact spot she needed them to go. Unlike most other surgical procedures, more personal operations, that required an Amazon doctor to perform the surgery, Rebecca was going to pioneer this remote surgery right here, right now, for the first time in Amazonian history! Jack could feel the sludge parting in front of his face as some foreign object was gradually moving forward towards his face. He couldn't see what it was, but instinct told him to move away from it and he did moveuntil he found himself with his back pressed up against the smooth glass wall of his murky prison. "ARRGHHH!" Jack cried out in shock, letting more murky water into his lungs, as the unseen device invaded his mouth! His jaw was forced open as a rounded piece of machinery pushed up on the roof of his mouth while simultaneously, a hard surface pinned his tongue down. In the back of his mind, Jack had an odd mental image of some kind of snake forcing its way into his mouth to give him a strange tongue kiss. This bizarre image was shattered when he felt an intense pressure on one of his molars; the damn thing in his mouth was trying to pull his tooth out! Jack tried to turn away, but that simply helped the foreign entity in his mouth pull his tooth out! At least the building pressure had stopped, but his relief was short lived as the small metal fingers inside the mouth of the machine moved down to the next tooth and began tugging on that one. Once more, the feeling of pressure and pain returned as the device in his mouth proceeded to rip out another tooth. As the unwanted dental procedure continued, Jack could feel something odd wrap itself around his chest. He couldn't exactly make out what it was, due to the murky fluid and the increasingly agonizing pain in his mouth, but it felt like someone, or something, was strapping a bra to his chest. "What's that thing supposed to do?" The older woman asked, curious about the shiny black bra like device that was being affixed to the boy's chest. "That device is used for creating breasts in subjects with no breasts. It is revolutionary in that it'll create breast tissue by locally inflaming the tissue by repeated bombardment of the cells, causing rapid cellular growth." "But won't that cause cancer?" The business mogul raised an eyebrow. "No. As I said, it's revolutionary in that it'll create new, natural growth while not affecting the long term health of the subject." Rebecca explained, never looking up from the control panel. "But how is that possible?" "We as a species, have cured most forms of cancer, yes?" Rebecca asked. Yes, but we never released that information to the publ-" Suddenly, the Mistress of Misery stopped mid sentence and smiled. "I see what you did. Very clever." "Thank you, Madam President." Rebecca beamed internally. "So, how do you get rid of that little problem between his legs?" "It's actually a bit too complicated to explain. I mean, I could totally explain it to you, but your babies will be ready for you before I can finish explaining the procedure." "Fair enough. I do pay you for results, not to talk my ear off with technological babble." And just like that, Rebecca felt that sharp sting of her bosses' bluntness that made her a terror of the office. Speaking of a sharp stinging sensation, Jack was feeling it all across his chest as the bra started to work on his toned biceps. "AAGHHhh!" "Now, here's the fun part." The lead scientist declared with a grin as she pressed a button. From the bottom of the sphere a sperm like metal tendril swam its way up between Jack's legs and locked itself tightly around his manhood. The odd head of the tendril had practically swallowed his member and balls from view causing the man to kick and squirm while unseen from the giant's eyes, his cock was being manipulated and modified to form the perfect set of female genitalia to match his wife's vagina. "Well, would you look at that." The older woman stated in sheer amazement as her future daughter's chest swelled up. "AAAHHG!" Despite swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the strange fluid, Jack had to scream from the sheer agony coming from his chest. The mysterious pain he felt afflicting his body was simply too much to bare. He could feel every pain filled prick to his penis as the thing between his legs worked on his manhood. Then the pain circulating throughout his chest, as the overheated particles danced across his muscles, would dominate his nervous system. It was unlike any other pain he had ever felt. It was almost like these creatures were trying to cook him alive! The various torture filled procedures he was undergoing served to mask each other's pain, if only briefly. The nerves in his chest would scream out from being overheated and burned only to be overridden by the pain emanating from his gums after another tooth had been ripped from his mouth. Then the nerve endings in his cock would flare up, twitching and contorting as if it were shrinking into his body. This seemingly endless cycle of pain went out until his last tooth had been pulled, leaving the agony of his throbbing mouth to be superseded by the feeling of his balls being drained away as if they were water balloons. He could feel them, the innards of his two testicles being pumped into the hose that hung between his legs. This realization that his manhood was literally being sucked away; vanishing... or maybe it was the pain caused by the large incision made across his taint, caused him to blackout. To Be Continued... This is a commission I wrote for my favorite married couple on my Patreon. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this as it's a very dark tale. I'll be updating it fairly often, but if you can't wait for the next update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write. It's Christmas time. Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Patreon? You're worth $5 dollars, aren't you? https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

Chapter Twenty-Two I stood awkwardly outside the theater doors, turning my phone over in my hands. Eliot and I were in the middle of a movie when my phone rang. I had to take it. I should go back in. I should watch the rest of the movie. But my chest felt tight, and I knew I couldn't hide it from Eliot anymore. He could read my anxiety like newsprint. If he saw me... I shook my head and sent Marnie a text, just in case. I really didn't need this right now... Where was she? Getting up and leaving during a movie cause her phone rang, that much I got - but usually she would have either: A) told them to call back later, B ) came back in and told me we had to go. Neither had occurred, and that left me worried. Maybe I'd go out after her... Eliot found me outside the theater with my arms wrapped around myself. I had been trying to keep my thoughts under control, like I'd been working on with Marnie. But she hadn't texted me back. Eliot came up to me, but I shook my head. "I'm fine. Really, I'm good." At least I sounded sure of myself. "I just can't sit in there right now." "I absolutely don't think you are okay, Ky, but I'll believe you if you say so." Because I didn't push. I never pushed. I was more of a bystander to emotional turmoil. And I took a deep breath and held it for just long enough for stars to be on the edges of my vision, before letting it out. "Can I help?" That was a big gesture for me. "No, I... I just... want to walk. Or talk about something." My breathing was a little labored. Exhausted, like I'd been running, but I'd just been standing here. Ugh! Why was I so fucking broken?! "I just can't sit in some dark, quiet room right now." “Let’s walk, then? Or a run. Or we can skip?" The options I was giving didn't seem to be offering much in the way of help, and about the time I offered the third choice I began to have a clue why. "Let's walk down the street, there's a cute little cafe on the corner with al fresco seating, we can sit in an open space, and talk." Choices seemed to overwhelm her, so a solution was my idea to help. "'kay..." He led the way and I followed. My head was swirling with memories. My feet felt like concrete blocks trudging through the bottom of the ocean. But I was holding it together, for the most part. Marnie would be proud... We talked about... something. Soda water? I was struggling to focus. But then we arrived at the cafe. I wasn't sure I could eat anything... I ordered us water - not sparkling water, because I'd made my distaste for that well known during the walk - and had the waitress sit us down in the tables out front. The street wasn't all that busy, but there were enough passersby to keep it from feeling solitary, and not too many that we'd feel lacking in privacy. A good balance. The more that I looked at Kylie, the more I realized this was probably a Marnie situation, but obviously Marnie wasn't available. "I saw some cute pajamas when I was at the boutique, the other day; gingham ones? They had a few colors, and I thought about telling Marnie and she could get them for you?" I almost said us, but didn't. "She buys me too much stuff," I muttered, looking at my phone. Why now? I mean, I knew why now. It made perfect sense why now. But... ugh. I didn't want to... but I had to, right? Fuck, fuck, fuck... "Maybe I could buy it for you?" I offered, hopefully that it would be helpfully. I didn't know if I was supposed to be asking more, or whatever else. Emotional confrontation wasn't in my wheelhouse. "Wanna talk about what's going on, Ky?" I sighed and turned my phone over in my hands. I didn't really want to talk about it, but it was that or argue with him about why he can't buy me things. Ugh... "It's my mom's birthday next week," I mumbled. "My aunt wants me to come out for a party." Eliot and I had known each other since middle school. He knew my mom well enough. He also knew she wasn't exactly the best parent, and I hadn't spoken to her for the better part of my adulthood. "Yikes." I was in over my head, wasn't I? When it came to this sorta thing, even getting involved in a positive way threatened to color me an enemy and I wasn't too keen on that. "I could go with you? Be your +1? You could even tell them we're dating if it'll placate them some?" "Ha..." I faked a laugh and put my phone down on the table. "I wouldn't subject you to even one unnecessary minute with Leanne Maison." I put my cheek on my hand and looked down at the table. What was I supposed to do? It was her 50th birthday. I didn't care if my mom hated me, but I didn't want my whole family to hate me too. My aunt, my uncle, my cousins... I hadn't seen them in a long time. "I really don't mind, Kylie, and if you take me along with you, then we can spend the rest of our lives making sassy comments about the stuff your Mom did at the party that you can't stand." Maybe I was putting myself too forward here. Hmm. "And it's not as if I haven't met your Mom, you know? I'd love to help." I nodded my head, then I shook it. If I should bring anyone with me, it's Marnie. I could never keep my composure well around my mom; always somewhere between fury and fear. She wasn't a scary woman - she just made me feel... incapable. "No, it's... it's fine. I should go." Ugh... I hated this. "Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and she'll die before her 60th birthday and I won't ever have to see her again?" Ordinarily, I'd lecture here there, but I’d met her mom. She wasn’t exaggerating. I nodded my head and forced a little smile. "It's an open offer, alright? One Coupon for a Family Date with Eliot. Expires whenever, or never, I don't know." "I'll keep that in mind," I muttered. I got a text back from Marnie and then sent a reply. My head was wound up, but Eliot was keeping me distracted. "Hopefully I can stay at Marnie's tonight..." "Oh that's great!" Easy, tiger. Don't assume things, she didn't even mention you. But it couldn't hurt to ask, right? "Do you... want me to come, too?" I gave him a weary smile and shook my head. "No, I... I do, but... I think I need some Marnie-esque attention. You know?" My voice sounded hollow, like I was half-asleep. Lacking emotion. It reminded me of two weeks ago, when Marnie and I weren't talking. "Right, right, cool cool cool." I nodded distractedly, and smiled anyway. My conflict here was that I wanted to come, because I wanted to help, but she was also fragile right now and out of sorts. So my hands were bound, really. I couldn't order any food, which meant Eliot had to. You can't just sit at a cafe and not order anything, after all. He sipped tea and ate a very small amount of a muffin. I did my best not to throw up or start crying. All in all, I think we were both very successful. On our way out of the cafe, I took Eliot's hand and stopped him in place. It wasn't something I would usually do, but I just wanted to tell him... "Thanks for... uhhhhhh... you know." Hopefully he knew, because I wasn't sure I did. "What are little sisters for, right?" I hoped it would make her smile, or at least feel the seeds of a smile. That would make it worth it. ---------------------- Thank you for reading! Like, Comment, and check us out on Patreon!

Sam is a small college student who enjoys the quiet life. Her roommate, Janet, has been determined to get Sam to let her hair down and come out to a party. Eventually Sam gives in whilst still being very nervous and second-guessing her choice. Whatever she was expecting as she left the house, it certainly isn't what she finds. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to THIRTY stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Sam’s Punishment By Elfy Sam adjusted her backpack straps as she approached her dormitory after a long day of college. She had just got off the bus and had been having to endure the usual looks and comments that she faced nearly every day. She had already been exhausted by a long week on her Business Management course and she just wanted to get home. At just a little over three feet in height the twenty one-year-old Sam didn’t much look like her classmates. Spending a life commonly mistaken for someone much younger than she was had often been tiring for the young woman but college seemed to be a lot better for her than school had been. At school Sam had been teased and bullied and even when she wasn’t being made fun of she found it practically impossible to make friends with the judgmental teenagers. College was much better and the people were much nicer, Sam had even made some good friends especially amongst the others staying in her dormitory. Opening the door to the dormitory Sam smiled as she heard music coming from one of the bedrooms and the smell of someone’s dinner wafting out from the kitchen. She walked down the hallway to her bedroom and opened the door, everything in her room and in the communal areas of the dorm had been adjusted so a smaller person could use them. Sam loved having the independence of being able to do things such as cooking for herself without needing help reaching things. “Is that you, Sam?” Janet’s voice called from the kitchen as Sam dropped her backpack on her bed. Janet was a nice girl and the first friend Sam had made. She sometimes teased Sam about her height but it was just friendly banter and Sam had soon learnt to give as good as she got. She was tall, even for regular sized people, and was roughly twice the height of Sam. She was a bit rowdier than Sam and her bubble-gum pink hair and nose piercing screamed for attention. When the two of them walked down the road together they definitely got some strange looks. “Yeah, I just got in.” Sam called out as she took her shoes off. Sam was about to make her way out of her room when Janet appeared in her doorway with a smile. “How were your classes?” Janet asked as she leaned against the doorway. “Same as ever.” Sam replied, “Dull and boring. I’m just glad it’s Friday.” “I hear that.” Janet said with a chuckle. She lingered in the doorway as a silence fell between the two friends. “Can I help you with something?” Sam asked after a little bit. “Maybe…” Janet kicked her foot on the carpet, “I was wondering if you wanted to go out this evening?” This was a strange offer from Janet because she knew Sam was much more of a homely person. Janet liked to go out clubbing and going to parties whilst Sam stayed at home much more. It had seemed like Janet had made it her goal to get Sam to open up and go out more though, for months Sam was getting these offers and having to find excuses to refuse. Last week Sam had finally said she would consider it for this weekend. “I don’t know…” Sam said hesitantly, “There’s stuff on TV and I have coursework to do.” “You promised!” Janet said with a playful smile. “I did not!” Sam countered, “I said I’d think about it.” “And?” Janet asked. “I’m just not sure I’d enjoy myself at one of your parties.” Sam said honestly, “You know I’m not exactly a party animal.” Janet seemed to pause and consider things. She looked like she was just about to walk away when an idea struck her, she turned to face Sam again who kind of wished Janet would go. Sam liked Janet but she could be quite pushy about this stuff. “What about if I ease you into it?” Janet asked with her eyes lighting up. “In what way?” Sam asked curiously. “You don’t have to come out to the party tonight but I do have to see some friends beforehand. Maybe you could come with me? We would literally only be there ten minutes at the max.” Janet offered, “Meet some of my friends and then I’ll ask nothing else from you… This weekend at least.” Sam thought about it for a few seconds and looked out of the window. Maybe this would be a good compromise, she would get to have the quiet night at home that she wanted and it would get Janet off her back. She weighed up her options and then cautiously nodded her head. “Great!” Janet bounced on the spot, “Get ready. We go in five minutes.” “Five minutes!?” Sam exclaimed. She had expected to be home for at least an hour or so. “No time like the present.” Janet called over her shoulder as she turned away. Sam sighed as Janet bounced away. Sam walked up and closed her bedroom door before walking back into the middle of the room, she could already feel the nerves jangling in her tummy. Sam quickly got herself changed and although her shower was calling out to her she walked out into the hallway. As she walked towards Janet’s room she was nearly knocked over by the much taller girl rushing the other way. “Oh, sorry Sam!” Janet quickly said. “Don’t worry about it.” Sam replied rather bitterly, “It happens all the time.” “Are you ready?” Janet asked as she either missed or ignored Sam’s tone of voice. “I guess so.” Sam replied hesitantly. Janet hurriedly put her shoes on whilst Sam was much more hesitant. One of the biggest disadvantages of Sam’s stature was that she found it really hard to buy clothes. Whenever she went to the shops the only clothes that would fit her were in the children’s aisle and that was very galling for a grown woman. Even her shoes right now were Velcro rather than laces, it made her feel very self-conscious but at least the heels didn’t light up like her previous pair. The two women were soon in the car. Janet waited until they were in the college’s parking lot before asking the smaller woman to drive. Sam had protested but the more forceful personality of Janet meant that, as usual, she got her way. Sam’s car was one of the few adult conveniences she could use, it was specially adapted for someone with limited stature such as herself. “So… There’s something I haven’t told you.” Janet said once they were ten minutes from their dormitory and about halfway through the journey. “Here it comes…” Sam replied cynically. She had been worried that there would be a catch in this journey. “It’s nothing major.” Janet quickly said although the way she wouldn’t look at Sam made the tiny woman worry, “It’s just… This friend I’m seeing is… Tom.” “Janet!” Sam nearly slammed on the brakes there and then, “Now the truth comes out! You don’t want me to meet your friends, you just want me to drive you to get your drugs!” “Calm down!” Janet said loudly, “He is my friend, I wasn’t lying. It’ll be good to get you out of your comfort zone a little bit, bring you out of your shell. Besides, it’s just a little weed, nothing major.” “I’m turning around.” Sam said with a shake of her head. “Come on, Sam.” Janet whined, “Look, come with me for this and I promise I’ll never push for you to come out with me again.” Sam pulled up at a red light and wrapped her fingers against the steering wheel as she considered the options. She knew there was a risk involved but it had to be a minor one since Janet did this sort of thing all the time without any trouble. With a sigh Sam nodded her head and continued towards where Tom was staying. When the car finally pulled up Sam looked out the window sceptically. She had expected many things but not the large detached family home with a “Vacant” sign out front. It looked like a regular family home, a place like the one Sam hoped to one day own. “Are you sure this is the place?” Sam asked. “Yeah.” Janet said as she checked her phone for the address Tom had sent her, “Come on.” Sam watched Janet step out of the car and reluctantly followed a few seconds later. As she walked alongside her friend up the path she started hearing music, it wasn’t loud enough to make neighbours complain but it was certainly audible down the path. Sam could feel herself getting increasingly nervous, she knew Tom as a laidback kind of guy and, apart from the drugs, Sam really didn’t have a problem with him. She had never visited him before though and she was starting to worry about what she would find inside the house. Janet rang the doorbell and after a couple of seconds the music dies down a little. Sam couldn’t see through the frosted window higher up the door but she could hear footsteps coming closer. She looked up at Janet and saw a look of confusion on her face which did little to make Sam feel more confident. The door opened quite rapidly and the man that stood in front of the two women almost made Sam gasp. The man’s face seemed pierced in every available place, he was shirtless but his chest and arms were covered in tattoos. He was smoking and his eyes were only half-opened, he swayed slightly as he tried to focus his eyes on the guests. “Hello?” Janet eventually said when the guy remained silent. “Hey.” The guy said in a gruff voice. “Erm… Is Tom here?” Janet asked. “Tom? Oh, yeah… He’s in the living room. Come on in.” The guy stumbled backwards to make room. Sam looked at Janet with concern but when Janet started walking in she felt she had no choice but to follow. She stepped over the threshold and was surprised that the interior of the house seemed completely normal. The hallways were all painted white and very clean, the juxtaposition with the man who opened the door couldn’t have been more pronounced. “Woah… No kids.” The man said as he blocked Sam. “She’s not a kid.” Janet replied as she looked around at the closed doors, “It’s a long story. Genetic defect stuff. She’s the same age as me.” “If you say so.” The guy said with obvious doubt, “Everyone is through that door.” Janet pushed open the door and stood in the doorway with Sam next to her. They both froze like statues as they looked into the living room, it was as if a bomb had exploded. The room was a wreck with holes in the walls, the lights in the ceiling hanging down or missing, a table was snapped in half, it looked exactly like what it was which was a squat. Tom was sitting on a couch cushion that had been tossed on the floor but he was far from alone. Sam could see eight people in various states of lucidity lying around and she was horrified to see how much alcohol and drug paraphernalia was scattered across the floor and surfaces. Sam and Janet had been expecting a laid out situation with Tom but what they got was a visage of Hell filled with hard drugs. “Yo, Janet.” Tom slurred when he eventually noticed the visitors, “Who’s the dwarf?” “Tom! What the fuck!?” Janet snapped as she stepped into the room, “Who are these people?” “Friends.” Tom said with a shrug. “Tom, there are needles here and… My God, you do this stuff?” Janet looked as shocked as Sam was. Sam suddenly felt even less safe than before and regretted ever leaving her bedroom. She wanted to call Janet back to leave but she couldn’t get her attention. Sam looked over her shoulder and saw a man and a woman stumbling down the stairs whilst only half-dressed. There were more people in the kitchen where the music seemed to be coming from. “Geez, calm down, it’s just a bit of fun.” Tom said as he sat up. Sam noticed he still has a belt tied around his upper arm. “I had no id-” Janet suddenly stopped when something outside the window caught her attention. Sam saw it too, the briefest flash of a blue light. Someone moved the net curtain slightly and Sam saw police cars pulling up outside. “Were you followed here?” Tom suddenly asked as his face drained of colour. “Oh shit…” Janet whispered, “The cops!”

Its so much fun when you can poop and pee your diaper and walk around parading in it. Me and my wife love the feeling of freedom in the house. So I can imagine you home alone just in a state of arousal parading in your diaper. Take pictures or videos and keep memories for yourself. I know I did and I love it! Have fun sweetie and as long as youre having fun sit on it and squish it around and have a blast.

I do have a problem with the moderators on ADISC banning me from mature topics on my conservative political beliefs. The moderator says I am lying and insists I provide the proofs. Of course I did show articles but says its all lies and a biased media. So annoying...

I am sorry I ever joined Adisc !! I was there two years longer than I was here and those were two WASTED years my words, my post. I was recently censored by them for the same article I posted here which has been going strong. I never believed in censorship ! As a child I was never ever subject to it and I refuse to go through it as an adult. Masturbation is a human function, not something to be shunned or ridiculed.. I asked Adisc the following day to delete my account to which I recieved no answer. Adisc can blow it out their bunghole for all I care !!!

"What's the line" is a moving target, especially when it comes to erotic stories where the author (and presumably the readers) have kinks involving nonconsent. (I'm going to be discussing sexual assault and rape, so don't keep reading if that bothers you.) While it's not something I'm remotely interested in, some people just straight-up have fantasies about being violently assaulted, raped, or otherwise abused. Within the AB/DL sphere, fantasies about having your mind completely drained of all conscious thought are common, along with other topics that would be utterly horrific and traumatizing to be engaged in. That said, I think there's still a difference between these topics in the hands of a skilled, considerate author and someone who hasn't really thought through what they're writing. To use an example not from kink, consider how many movies from the 80s (and more recently, for that matter,) where male characters sexually harass or assault women, and the movie frames it as anything from harmless to even romantic. The topic of sexual harassment isn't taboo in film, and the issue isn't that those topics were simply brought up, but the framing suggests that it's harmless and *that* is a problem.

Netflix and Crinkle

Well, here i am hot foot from my early evening viewing of the aforementioned movie It wasn't as bad as I expected. It is a B movie horror/comedy/satire flick that happens to use adult babies as a plot point. Its about consumption and greed, they didn't delve too deeply into the AB side of it really, at one point it looked like it may do and i got ready to cringe but then the real story started. By no means is it a good film, it's all over the place but it has its moments, I chuckled a few times and roared with laughter once (at an intentionally funny bit). There is plenty of gore and practical effects (I do like old school practical) and the odd bit of cgi. On the whole the 90 minutes passed pretty quickly, but it is indeed utter cheese Edit: Oh, should mention that it is very British cheese

Part 15 With that thought in my head I followed Mrs Patel to Mrs Dewhurst office, which had obviously been established as the place any changing would take place. I’d apparently missed something over the past couple of hours because my boss didn’t even bat an eyelid as I was ushered in. “Paula my dear,” Her Hindi/Yorkshire accent certainly making everything more exotic than I suppose it really was, “I’m afraid our Anthony needs his auntie to clean him up and slip into something a bit drier.” The word ‘auntie’ sort of stuck in my head. When I was at school I’d heard a couple of my Asian mates refer to all female friends of their mothers as ‘aunties’, which I’d found funny but also rather nice and polite. “Yes, sure Sunita... do you need any help?” Mrs Dewhurst was rising from her desk and already getting out the various supplies needed. I hadn’t realised I’d been holding Mrs Patel’s reassuring hand as she guided me to the office and was still holding it as she organised things with our boss. She looked and smiled at me in a calming way and insisted I needn’t worry as she’d soon have me ‘smelling sweet... all nice and comfy.’ “Do you want to take down your shorts Anthony?” It was a friendly request but Mrs Patel’s accent made it seem impolite to refuse so I did as asked. “There’s a good boy. Now Paula, do you have his clean nappies available please and...?” Mrs Dewhurst already had some of the items needed in her hand and produced the other stuff very quickly. “Thank you. Now Anthony,” she said so I didn’t feel I wasn’t involved, “I’m going to unpin your nappy... and there is no reason for you to be embarrassed. My son Devansh wet the bed until he was ten... so I’ve had plenty of practice.” “Oh really,” Mrs Dewhurst joined in, “my Julie also wets like Anthony when a thunder storm frightens her...” “Oh, so we understand the problem of possible embarrassment for an older child?” I was naked and she was cleaning my crotch with very cool wet-wipes and chatting away like it was the most natural of situations. It amazed me how quickly this had become ‘normal’ behaviour. “Devansh’s problem - he was being bullied at school and too scared to tell us. He’d rather wet the bed than admit he was scared by the bigger boys who picked on him. Even now he still sleeps in protection but more as insurance than a definite need.” “Oh dear that’s awful, poor boy.” Mrs Dewhurst sympathised. Mrs Patel said all this whilst rubbing in some anti-rash cream and powdering the area prior to my fresh padding. “You’re not being bullied are you Anthony?” She looked straight into my eyes and as I hadn’t dared say a word so far merely shook my head ‘No’. “Good, we don’t want anything like that here do we Paula?” “Certainly not.” Mrs Patel got serious. “You’re getting a little red and sore here,” she said prodding my inner thigh near my balls, “might I suggest you leave the nappy off when at home if you can and let some air get to it. I had the same problem with my Devansh,” she said talking to Mrs Dewhurst, “He wore a dhoti around the house and the loose fit worked wonders...” “Make a note of that Anthony,” Mrs Dewhurst said pointedly, “wear something loose and cotton or linen around the house.” She passed the pre-folded nappy to Mrs Patel who asked me to lift then slipped it under my bum. She added a final huge dollop of anti-rash cream on the red area before taking the pins from Mrs Dewhurst. Pulling all the edges together and up between my legs, she smiled in encouragement, as she fastened me in tightly. Thankfully, throughout the procedure my little cock had stayed as it should do in such circumstances, quiet and mouse-like. “There, all clean and tidy. Stand up Anthony, let me check...” “Very nice Sunita.” My boss said admiring her work and slipped a pair of clear plastic pants into her hand to finish the job. “OK Anthony almost finished. Let’s get these over it all and you nicely tucked in.” She had me step into them and gradually wriggled them up my legs and over the thick padding. “There you go.” I still hadn’t said a word as I’d been dumbstruck throughout the proceedings. I knew it was happening but I didn’t believe it was me it was happening to. However, now she was finished, and both women beamed with pride, I was pulled from my hypnotic state and said in the quietest, childlike voice I’d ever heard myself utter, ‘Thank You’. “It’s our pleasure Anthony... you never have to sit in a wet nappy when we’re around. And, to avoid getting a rash, I’m sure your mum has told you to get a change as soon as possible.” I nodded. I’d been told this many times and, as I didn’t much like the feel of a wet nappy, was keen to be in a fresh one as quickly as I could. I watched as Mrs Dewhurst collected the wet items and slipped them into a plastic bag for me to take home later. Now it was all done I saw her open a draw and pull out the box of Roses chocolates. “I think we’ve all deserve a little treat.” And she offered them to both of us. “I think you’ve got me hooked on these Anthony since you bought me the last...” My plastic pants crinkled as I eagerly bent forward to inspect the contents. Letting Mrs Patel go first I delved in and found the orange crème and couldn’t get it in my mouth quick enough. This time, as I slid my shorts up and over the bulky item, I said to both ladies “Thank You” with more emphasis as the sweet confection burst so flavourfully on my tongue. Mmmm I just love that orangey tang. # It had all seemed so bizarre but what was even more surreal was that within twenty minutes I was in a meeting with Phil and Mrs Dewhurst discussing the proposals I’d come up with and everything was ‘normal’. I mean, I was wearing a thick nappy under my shorts but business was back to how it was and I wasn’t feeling out of it. In fact, if anything, I was being quite creative and many of my suggestions were written down by Phil who smiled and nodded as we discussed and improved on some of those ideas. He made notes and by the time he left the meeting I thought I’d contributed quite a lot to the way the company would function in future. Once Phil had gone Mrs Dewhurst said how impressed she’d been and wondered if that was down to wearing a dry nappy. Of course she was joking but it got me thinking. Then another thought filled my head; why did I taste that orange flavour all the time. Maybe it was connected to being changed; were they both something I enjoyed... was it a reward of some kind like the chocolate? Mrs Dewhurst had been all encouraging and at one point said I looked more comfortable, happy and relaxed. I suppose because now everyone knew, there was no need for secrecy and it made a difference. I did feel relieved about it all. When I got home mum said that she’d had a call from Mrs Dewhurst about the rash and wanted to check it wasn’t getting worse. So I was whisked to my bedroom and the dry nappy (yes I hadn’t wet on the bus home) was removed for mum to inspect the slightly raw area. “Mmmm, your boss is correct you are looking a bit inflamed. OK, for tonight just wear a pair of your baggiest cotton boxers around the house, let some fresh air get to it and I’ll try you tonight without plastic pants... just a loose nappy and hope for the best.” It didn’t appear I was getting a say in any of this but followed her instructions though not before I looked up the word ‘dhoti’ to see exactly what it was. Just a very loose and large nappy from what I could gather and imagined what it was like for Mrs Patel’s ten year-old son to have to wear that for a while. Still, if it worked, it worked. However, I didn’t want my ‘loose nappy’ to be like that. Mum rubbed in some different cream into the reddened area and told me to go put on some cotton boxer shorts. Of course I did as I was told and found an old baggy pair of dad’s that should have been thrown away years ago but, I tend to keep clothes until I have to get rid. They were in my bottom drawer where stuff I haven’t worn for ages (and had more or less forgotten about) is kept. I have no idea why I’d kept his boxers but mum grimaced as I pulled them up my thighs. “Where on earth have they come from?” I wasn’t sure if her raised eyebrows were accusing or merely surprised. They were a pair of paisley boxers which had ended up in a pile of old washing that came to me a while back but I’d never bothered returning them. I’d not worn them just put them in with my other shorts and forgot about them. Still they were baggy and I was sure the air could circulate if I was wearing them. It felt strange that I wasn’t wearing a nappy but mum told me to be aware of what I was doing and regular visits to the toilet were recommended – to be on the safe side. Just ‘dangling’ was a strange experience after having everything so tightly compact before. The loose fit and no nappy was very liberating and, as I walked around, the air did circulate and just hoped that would be enough to cure the rash. Although I’m eighteen I was pretty pleased I wasn’t the only older person who needed to wear a nappy. Both Mrs Patel’s son and Mrs Dewhurst daughter had problems requiring padding so, although slightly younger than me, proved it wasn’t that unusual. Of course, I’d been online to see if there were others who had this problem with storms and anxiety but it was just general information rather than specific people. There were also groups of people who just liked wearing them, which I found bewildering. Back in my bedroom my thoughts were broken when mum, who was casually adjusting items on the dresser top, mentioned... “I gather all your work mates now know you wear nappies...” “Oh, Mrs Dewhurst’s told you did she?” I said with an air of I have no privacy at all. “She said you were a bit dumbstruck by their reaction but, according to her, everyone seemed positive and encouraging.” “Yes, they all want a hand in the changing when I’m wet.” Mum laughed, I wasn’t sure if she knew or thought I was kidding. Anyway she left leaving a pile of freshly laundered nappies in a bag as replacement for work. # We’d all been happily surprised that the weather, for this part of Northern England especially, had been so pleasant. We can never guarantee a warm spell never mind the hot spell we were enjoying but it was the topic of conversation as we sat out in the evening air in the garden. Mum, our family weather forecaster supreme, said that there was a slow moving cooler front coming down from the north, which would clash with the warm front coming up from the south – the benefit of which we’d been enjoying for the past couple of weeks. She said this did not bode well for folk afraid of summer storms and predicted that we were in for some very ‘unsettled’ weather in the next few of days. I could feel my leg shaking at the news and a sudden urge for an Orange Crème, but quickly made my way to the toilet just in time to witness, a flow I actually controlled. I can’t tell you how proud I was of this small but significant victory. However I returned and asked mum if we had any chocolates left. I’d never seen her look so guilty as she confessed they’d all been eaten. Later, when we were all retiring for the night, mum came into my room and searched for an Abena. “I think if you wore one of these loosely taped on tonight it might be better than these.” She touched the pile of terry cotton nappies on my dresser top. “I’m sure the natural fabric would be better but, if you wet, they don’t help without plastic pants and we’re trying to avoid them. So, let’s see if this will be OK for tonight at least.” “OK.” I wasn’t going to argue because I knew from experience that, once fluffed out, the M4 felt incredible on. “Well, we can try them and see... if they aren’t suitable,” she said with a gleam in her eye, “it will be back to a nice chunky nappy and lashings of Sudocrem.” I didn’t mind either option, a nappy was a nappy to me though was interested in whether the tabs on the M4 would be easy to open and re-close. I pulled down my boxers and mum came with extra cream and checked again if the rash was getting worse. “Doesn’t look too bad now... does it itch or feel uncomfortable?” She said as she inspected the area. “No, if it hadn’t been noticed I don’t think I’d have known... still...” “Well, it’s always best not to let these things get the upper hand... so...” as I was standing naked in front of her she smeared a load of sticky gloop across my inner thighs, then spread it further to cover my cock and balls and finished with a large splurge of the stuff over my bum cheeks. “Muummm!” “Look love, let’s get ahead of this.” She shook out and made sure the M4 was as fluffy and soft as it could be before making me lie out on it. She pulled the tapes gently together and asked how it felt. I had to admit it felt really nice and comfy and, after my initial displeasure at mum’s wide-ranging rubbing in of lotion, smiled appreciatively at the final result. “OK sweetheart, let’s hope that will be sufficient for tonight... ni-night.” She kissed my head and exited leaving me to luxuriate in the soft padding. # The night was still relatively warm, the cold front mum promised a good twenty-four or so hours away, so lay under a flimsy sheet and wriggled around contentedly. The looseness of the M4 was most pleasant and I got quite excited as it slipped around my vital but timid parts. The suppleness and soft crinkle as I manoeuvred around getting comfy (and giving myself the most wonderful sensation) was something I didn’t usually get with my terry nappies. I wasn’t sure I’d get to sleep because I was enjoying it so much and ran my hand continually over the spongy sensuous fabric. I slept badly. Well, actually, I didn’t sleep at all because of two things. I was dreading wetting the bed so every few minutes made my way to the bathroom – just in case. Then on my return, I got back into being delighted in the way the disposable wrapped so silkily around my bits and bobs and kept me in a state of excitement throughout. There was something else I quite liked and that was the way the blue light from my clock made the bright white of the Abena stand out. Its fuzzy blueness was quite enthralling, especially when I caught sight of it in the mirror. At times, I could only make out the bright outline so looked like it had a detached life of its own. In due course I looked at the clock - 6.45 – I’d be getting up in 45 minutes but I checked and I was still dry. However, sleep overtook me and when the alarm went off at 7.30 my disposable was absolutely solid, I’d completely soaked it. I didn’t even feel myself do it and what was worse, it had leaked a bit. I sat on the edge of my bed sighing, I thought I’d done so well but alas, I was still leaking without knowing. Jenny knocked on my door. “Bathroom’s free” and I heard her bedroom door close. I know dad will have already done whatever he needed to do and mum usually waits until the rest of us have finished. I waddled toward the bathroom holding the soaked disposable up as it was heavy and in danger of falling down and tripping me up. Coming out of her bedroom mum caught sight of me. “Oh Anthony... did it not work?” “Nearly, but I’m afraid I leaked so the bottom sheet...” I pointed towards my unmade bed, “will need a wash... sorry.” “Not to worry love but has the rash improved?” “I think so, I mean, there’s no itching or anything.” “OK, well you take a shower and I’ll check when you’ve finished.” I ambled into the bathroom and slipped the lock. I looked at my sorry figure in the full-length mirror and sighed again. I looked like a small child who hadn’t quite got a handle on how he should wear a nappy. I sighed again, what a picture. # When I’d finished in the shower mum was already waiting and had stripped the bed. “Not too much damage sweetheart but in future I don’t think we’ll do without these.” She held up a pair of shiny vinyl pants. I knew I couldn’t have done too much damage because my mattress has had a waterproof cover for quite a number of years. However, I had to agree with mum that it was a mistake to try sleeping without the added help of protective pants. Mum checked the inflamed area and said that the cream she’d used was doing its job but suggested that today we add a couple of extra soft absorbent pads to my terry cloth as a safeguard. She also said that there were a couple more soaker pads in my backpack with the replacement nappies as a further precaution if needed. With the extra pads, once the extra thick fabric nappy was pinned in place, there was considerable bulk that I now had to find a way to disguise. I wore a pair of old opaque white plastic pants over it all but wondered what to wear over all that. So far shorts had been the best solution but for a change I tried all my long trousers first. In fact, the only item that hid it with any degree of comfort was the old green canvas lounge pants I’d worn before. Although I knew Mrs Dewhurst wouldn’t object, I still thought of them as not good enough for work. I rattled through my wardrobe searching for possibilities but then remembered something I’d seen earlier. Whilst looking for the paisley boxers I noticed a grey pair of shorts I’d had since my last days at junior school. What I remembered about them was that when they were bought they had been too large and loose, mum I suspect expecting a sudden growth spurt that never really spurted. As a result, they were too large for me to wear comfortably and looked silly and floppy when I tried. They quickly got packed away eight years ago and, until this moment, forgotten about. Surprisingly, even though they were that old the sturdy quality of the fabric held my protection in tightly and concealed it well. So, even though they were schoolboy shorts, they were still relatively new and unworn and more importantly I was made up that there was something that could hide that extra wadding so well. I was in two minds but practicalities, and time, made me decide they would be my choice. I found a dark blue polo shirt with a nice gold emblem on the breast pocket and thought I looked smart and respectable for the office. As the weather was still nice I put on a pair of dark blue knee-length socks and matching sneakers. Once I slid on my dark blue hoodie I felt I was dressed acceptably for work and no one outside would know I was wearing any protection... well that’s what I told myself. I didn’t bother with breakfast as I’d taken so long to make my decision and as mum was in the kitchen I shouted my ‘good-bye’, rather than my usual farewell kiss. With my bag over my shoulder I sauntered down to the bus stop confident and relaxed in the early morning sun. As I stood waiting for the Number 134 I realised I’d forgotten my pass so would have to pay the fare. I was shocked when I asked for a ticket to town I was given half-fare, it was only then I noticed the bus was full of school kids, a few lads dressed not too dissimilar to me. At first I chuckled to myself that I’d got away with paying such a low fare but as I drew nearer my stop I felt that the other kids were whispering and looking at me. There was a group of girls that reminded me of Trinny and her mates. I got hot and flustered that at any moment something would be said and that school-yard bullying would start all over again. I was glad to get off before they did. # Thankfully, after that experience, the office had never seemed so welcoming. I suppose now everyone knew about my ‘problem’ I wasn’t that worried about hiding it despite my attempts at doing so. However, the greeting each member of staff gave was unexpectedly reassuring and the smiles on their faces appeared genuine. Tommy Thompson was the first to comment that it was nice to be back at the first day of school. This was followed by Greta and Sophia who also commented on my look. They could so easily have been obnoxious about the way I was dressed, because the longer I was in the office the more it became obvious that everyone had noticed I’d inadvertently dressed like a schoolboy. As it was, everyone I assumed thought I was doing it as a joke now the office knew about the nappies and I was taking the piss out of my own ‘juvenile’ situation. Mrs Dewhurst joined in and asked me to bring my ‘homework’ to her office (giggles all around) but she said how smart I looked but really only wanted to know if I needed a change yet. Asides like that happened throughout the morning but I didn’t get one comment that I didn’t think had some kind of friendly reassurance behind it. They appeared to want to be in on the joke, or at least be as supportive as they could. I have to say that I found this attitude in an office such as this, of young and old together, so refreshing after my incident with Trinny. As I sat at my desk and worked away like the rest of them I couldn’t help but wonder why I’d decided on this outfit. I must have known I looked like I was going to school because I’d sought out the grey shorts I used to wear. However, I can honestly say, it never occurred to me until the bus ride as to what I looked like. Even in my bedroom at home, when I looked in the mirror, all I really noticed was just how good the old shorts were at hiding the padding, and for that I was grateful. Meanwhile, it wasn’t only Mrs Dewhurst who complimented me on my ‘uniform’ several of the team said how much they thought it suited me. I don’t know why but I was quite enjoying the office banter even if it did cast me in the part of a work experience schoolboy. One thing was for certain – being a pretend schoolboy in the office was far less stressful than being a real schoolboy at my old place of education. # # # ...to be continued

I keep making long as heck chapters so it's taking longer than I expected to release them, thanks to everyone for your patience on this. Hopefully some of the grammar issues are resolved. Only skimmed through some parts. I expected to originally planned to release this by thanksgiving but life finds a way to keep you distracted! Enjoy! Chapter 15 “It feels like a eternity but it's actually only been around three years since I was adopted by my mommy, Jade. Before I started living like this, I too, also worked at Diamond Tours as a special consultant. I was to interview several amazonians along with their littles. As you know, this job was created to appease both governments. It was also required so Diamond Tours could continue with their tourist attraction program. At first, I was in awe at how strange and different this dimension was compared to the the one we both lived in. While I was given legal protection from being adopted, I unfortunately didn't have the luxury of having any pills to keep me from being mentally regressed like you have. Despite the setbacks, I was determined to see my job through. Thankfully I managed to gain some useful connections while I was working there. I manged to live a independent and stable life for myself despite being looked down upon by the amazonians and their unique culture. It maybe hard to believe but I actually enjoyed working there. It was refreshing to work in a world that vastly differed from our own... Perhaps I took it for granted, that's most likely why I'm stuck here now, living the rest of my days as a baby to a amazonian.” Rebecca stared up at the ceiling as she reflected on her time as a employee of the same company that Sean is currently working at. “But why did you stay? I'm sure that you aware about the risks. Did the company threaten you in any fashion if you tried to quit and leave?” Sean was heavily invested in Rebecca's story since it wasn't all that different from his. He continued to suck down on his baby bottle after he got a word in. “I actually never spoke up about quitting. Even when I was forced to wear pull-ups at certain points due to being accidentally regressed a few times, I still pushed forward with my job. I wanted to prove to the amazonians that a portal little such as myself can be a valued asset. I eventually gained the respect of my co-workers after receiving many positive feedback surveys from the amazonians that I interviewed. Their were still a small group of amazonians that insisted that I quit so I could be adopted by a proper amazonian mommy. But due to my excellent work ethic, It wasn't a situation that was brought up a lot. There was one particular amazonian that always looked down on me. She was a complete bitch while I worked at Diamond Tours and I'm sure that you know her very well. Her name is Alexa Alexander, my mommy's older sister. There was no getting through with her. She only saw me as another little that needed to be put in their place. Unfortunately, she was my direct supervisor at the time. So I had to spend plenty of meetings while reporting to her.” “Alexa...She is currently the director of Diamond Tours. While she hasn't exactly been a nuisance to me, she does rub me the wrong way. Her expression is like a wild beast or a predator.” Sean stated. “That is exactly what she is. She is the type of person that will not deter from her personal goals. If there is something that she wants, she will find a way to get it. Back when I was working their, she had every intention of getting me fired, so I could be adopted by one of the shareholders of Diamond Tours. It may come as a surprise, but it's not actually easy to get fired from the company. The only way for a portal little to get fired is to get a letter of approval notice from the New Haven government itself. It was regulated that way because of the ongoing shady practices that the company had been known for.” Rebecca said. “From what I understand is that if you get fired, then any amazonian can legally adopt you at any point, is that right?” Sean asked “Correct, and it's a first come, first serve basis. So if any amazonian becomes aware that you are no longer protected by the government, they can scoop you up and claim you before the adoption becomes finalized. When I first started, I had so many amazonians tell me that they could give me the ideal life if working became to much of a issue. I just laughed it off as I declined, but I made sure to do it in a respectful manner. It's very important to not show any disrespect or poor attitude with the amazonians. It gives them a excuse to exercise their right to dish out any formal punishments such as spankings and timeouts. Plenty of tourists that visit this world, learn first hand on how to properly behave if they get out of line. With Alexa, she used her authority to treat me like any of the native littles in this dimension. If I made any errors on my reports or disagreed with her messed up suggestions, she would have me over her knee in a split second. She even at one time put me in a diaper and a onesie while I was at the main building at Diamond central. She claimed that it was a form of punishment for showing up late to work even though the person that was suppose to drive me their was a no show.” Rebecca started to clinch her fists. She was obviously not to thrilled about Alexa's treatment with her. “How could you possibly put up with such abuse? Isn't their anyway to report that as a violation or code of conduct issue?” Sean asked “That would be possible, but the problem was that she had her own personal circle of connections. A vile woman like that, doesn't become a narcissistic bitch without working her way through some shady back channels. She nearly did break me at certain points, where I actually thought about quitting despite the rave reviews that I was receiving. Plus I also attained many awards and accolades from the government itself. I was on my way to gaining more influence with the government itself after meeting with the vice-president of New Haven. I eventually found out that Alexa was utterly pissed off about my ongoing success. It only wanted to make me to achieve even greater heights so I could stick it in her smug face. Perhaps I could acquire a higher position than her. That would have been the ultimate middle finger to that nasty woman. That's when I made my most fatal error. I was too arrogant with my new found status within the company. I thought I could make some legitimate changes without any real backlash. Rebecca took another sip of her baby bottle as she collected her thoughts. “Just what exactly happened?” Sean asked “I was only contracted to be with the company for six months. After my fifth month working there, I decided to enter the political field and voice my personal concerns regarding native littles. That would be my downfall. I grew too optimistic, feeling that I could not be touched after making so many amazonian friends and connections. Even Alexa stopped messing with me after my reputation grew to a certain point. “I'm guessing that you pressed the wrong buttons with some highly powerful amazonians?” Sean asked “That's correct. I felt that I was in a good position to ask the government to pass a legislation where all native littles would be given the opportunity to attain their own form of independence if they can prove themselves. While working for Diamond Tours, I made some friends among the native littles that I interviewed and felt they deserved a life outside the walls of a nursery. I even had the opportunity to speak at a political event and express my displeasure with how one-sided the relationship between amazon and little was. It was at that point, that I realized that I hit a major taboo with the amazonian community. If there is one way to get on the bad side of the amazonians, it's about discussing the living arrangements over native littles. Within the first week of expressing my opinion, there was talk about a possible uprising of native littles in a town a few miles from where I worked. Apparently I wasn't the only little that had a problem with the way that the amazonians treated our kind. While I was happy to hear that my words had sparked a surge of change, it also had a polar opposite effect on my relationship with the amazonians, including all my colleges. I was surprised to see myself immediately outcasted by amazonians that I considered friends. I was looked at as a enemy of the people of New Haven. I knew that I was really screwed when Alexa walked up to me one day and congratulated me for my political stunt. It was at that point, that I knew that I had to leave this dimension before things got out of hand. But before I could fully prepare myself, I was arrested on behalf of the New Haven government. It didn't take a genius to realize as to why.” Sean noticed that Rebecca looked to be on the verge of crying. Apparently the ordeal was far more dramatic than he could have imagined. “You can stop if you want. I can tell this is has a rather heavy toll on you” Sean tried to console Rebecca in the most respectful way he could think of. “Its....It's all right. You really need to hear this. It's for your own personal good. I'm just disappointed that my actions were looked at as hostile...I just wanted both sides to have more equal grounding together.” Rebecca then grabbed a pink cat stuffed animal near her and held it tightly in her arms as she continued. “I'm guessing that is when you were fired. And is that when Jade found and adopted you?” Sean asked with curiosity. “Not yet. First I was put on trial for my actions. Even though I didn't believe that I had caused any issues for the amazonians, I was told that my political opinions had caused some friction with some of the native littles and their adopted amazonian parents. Apparently their was a small group of them that tried to start a revolt, believing that they deserved the same freedoms as the amazonians. I was apparently the catalyst for this unruly behavior.” “That doesn't seem fair, you worked your butt off and wanted to bring about some positive movements in this dimension. I just can't fathom such hostility. Are amazonians really all that fickle?” Sean asked. “Most amazonians are very open minded when it comes to various issues such as the economy, trade, and the climate. However when it comes to the topic regarding littles, they will not bargain or even be reasoned with. They all continue to have the mindset that littles need to be cared for and treated like infants. I was well-liked and respected before I made my speech about the status of littles. Now I know it's taboo to talk about such a thing. After I was arrested and fired, I was then was to be scheduled to have my entire memory wiped away. Basically I was sentenced to be permanently regressed while having my gender changed at the very same time. It was to set a example, so no other littles would try to try such a stunt ever again. “That is just cruel and horrifying. Weren't you given any legal representation?” Sean felt sick to his stomach as he listened on. “No. The amazonian judge who sentenced me, called this a open and shut case. So I had no recourse with my options. Even our own government would not step in for my sake. I tried pleading to be allowed to go back to my dimension as a last form of mercy, but of course that would never actually happen. Portal littles are highly sought after in this dimension. I was to be put up for auction after my surgery was completed. It felt like I was being sentenced to a execution. Which it kinda was, since I would be losing everything I knew. I would be literal shell of my former self... That was until I met with Jade that one special day. I'm so thankful for her. She saved me from a fate worse than death.” Rebecca tried to hold her tears back but was having a tough time doing so. “How did you two meet?” “A couple days before my surgery while I was detained at a secure medical facility, Alexa, being the unholy bitch that she is, decided to pay me a final visit. She wanted to get one last look at me before my demise. I did a lot that pissed her off while I was working at Diamond Tours and I'm certainly proud of it. She wanted a obedient and submissive portal little to control, but instead I was the exact opposite of that. I enjoyed watching her get into trouble with the higher ups, when she tried to do something nefarious to me. Alas, she had the last laugh, or so I thought.” Rebecca grabbed her baby bottle and took another few sips from it, before continuing with her story. “After spending some time mocking me, Alexa decided she had enough and exited the room that I was confined too. That was when Jade paid me a visit a few minutes later. She was driving with her sister to a investor meeting of sorts, but decided to show up here first. She was actually interested in hearing my story. So I decided to explain to her my situation and how utterly screwed I was. I wasn't expecting much of a reaction from her, but after spilling the beans, she started weeping for me. Unlike the majority of the amazonians, she actually felt remorse for my situation. It got to the point that she would do everything in her power to save me from my fucked up fate. I was slightly moved but didn't actually believe that anything would amount to it. Much to my surprise, less than twenty four hours later, I found out that I was being legally adopted by her. There were certain restrictions put in place, but none the less, I had somehow managed to avoid from being both mentally and physically mutilated. “ “Just how did she manage to pull that off? It seems like it would have taken a miracle to save you from such a ordeal.” Sean asked “After my new mommy took me home, I found that she really got really pissed off at her sister to the point that things nearly turned violent. She convinced Alexa to make some calls to get me out of that medical institution. Even though Alexa is a complete asshole, she did have the necessary connections to get me out of that predicament. One of the main stipulations for my adoption was that I was to remain at a level four regressed state at all times. Jade or rather, my mommy actually went against that ruling behind the governments back . As long as I was inside her house, I could remain both mentally and physically capable. She actually cared about my well-being and I was amazed by her genuine kindness. Not many amazonians would go that far for someone like me. I knew that I had no chance of returning to my dimension, but even so, I like to be optimistic even if I'm stuck in diapers for the rest of my life.” Rebecca patted the front of her diaper that was covered by her onesie outfit. “So you have been here for nearly three years since that happened? How have you managed since then? I have personally been here for just over a week and it feels like it's been months.” Sean said as sucked down on his bottle yet again. “It was rough...Actually, it was really rough during the first month after my adoption. Not being able to go anywhere you like without any adult supervision was really annoying and to top it off, being bathed and fed was still very foreign to me. Thankfully, mommy was kind enough to take things slowly. She knew that I was entering a brand new lifestyle and needed time to adjust after everything that I went through. Things actually become much more bearable around the second month. That was a very special moment for me and my mommy.” Rebecca blushed as she spoke. “Seems like something happened to make life easier for you.” Sean was very interested in knowing what just happened. “Are you familiar with the natural regression system in this dimension? Rebecca asked “Ya, I learned about it from my partner. She told me about the six level system that defines on how regressed a little is.” Sean stated. “Back when I was working with Diamond Tours, while I had a decent time with my assignments, there were a few times were I was mentally regressed, either by accident or purpose. At that time, I had experienced all regression levels up to level five. So I have a hands on experience from what it feels like to have the mindset of a toddler or a baby for that matter. It didn't happen often since their was a large fine and punishment if it was found out who the culprit was. “I bet you were horrified after you came back to your normal self.” Sean asked with curiosity. “It really depends on the situation. It maybe hard to believe but their were some times that I actually enjoyed not having a care in the world. Did you know that the more times that you are mentally regressed, the more self-aware you are while in that mental state?” Rebecca asked “No...I didn't know about that. So what you are saying is, that if I were to be regressed into a babbling baby, I would realize as to what is happening even though I wouldn't be able to talk or walk under my own power?” “That's right. Even more so, you will enjoy certain things that you would not normally care for, while in your standard adult mindset. You see that jungle gym in the corner of the room? I could play with that for hours while in my level four regressed state. It's amazing on what you can gain after losing something else.” “Wait a minute! Are you telling me that you enjoy being regressed and treated as a babbling baby?” Sean was at a loss after hearing her response. “Don't take it too much on face value. I'm just saying that you should enjoy the things that you have have control over. Anyhow, I want to get back onto topic regarding how I started to grow more comfortable with this way of living. I'm sure that you know how level six regression is attained, correct?” Rebecca asked. “Ya...It's from being...Breast fed.” Sean was hesitant at responding to such a topic. “Mommy knew that I was still having a tough time with adapting my new living arrangements, so she offered to assist me with by nursing me with her own milk. I originally declined since I well educated on the side-effects, such as being mentally regressed into a baby for a full three straight days and the possibility that I would not ever want to leave this dimension. I still clung to the hope that I could see my old friends again but in the end, it was all a fools fantasy. I had no real possibility of going back to my dimension ever again. Eventually I resigned myself and decided to my trust her judgment believing that she knew what was best for me. She said that I would grow more comfortable with my new life style after being nursed. And as a matter of fact, she was right! Everything felt like a warm blur when it happened, but after regaining my senses a few days later, I felt more accustomed to my new surroundings. It really felt like I was home and not some strangers house. It's amazing how your world changes after drinking amazonian milk.” “You actually allowed yourself...To be breastfed!? What the hell! You don't find that in any way to be utterly disgusting?” Sean asked he continued to hold the baby bottle firmly in his hands. “I was like you, I thought the idea of sucking on a amazonians tits was actually going to make me gag, but it turned out rather relaxing. Regarding amazonian milk, it tastes a lot like normal milk except it's a bit warmer and has a creamier texture. According to mommy, I was really energetic while in my regressed state for the next three days. I remember that I did a lot of crawling and sucking on my toes. It was a very surreal experience.” “That's far more detailed information that I really needed. know” Sean said with a straight face. He obviously not thrilled about the experience she went through. “If you say so, I'm just letting you know that it made my life a lot easier afterwards. I was able to sleep in my crib much better and I didn't feel so awkward wearing frilly dresses or onesies. Also, baby food tasted ten times better. Smashed prunes are really something else after being regressed!” “If you are trying to convince me that regressing myself is the key to some weird ass form of happiness, I'm going to have to seriously disagree with you on that end.” Sean didn't like where this conversation was going. “ It's nothing like that, I just wanted to share my experience with you. And just to let you know it took me several more feedings for me to fully accept Jade as my mommy. So don't believe the rumor that one breast feeding will make you want to stay here on a permanent basis.” Rebecca stated as she finished her baby bottle. “So you have no intentions of ever going back to see your real family ever again?” Sean asked. “If the time ever comes, I would love too but only to see my friends. As for now, I'm content with my life with mommy. She allows me to stay level-headed without any regressive tactics. She also let's me do whatever I want as long as it's inside the house.. The only time I have to regress myself is when mommy is in the mood to breast feed me or when I have to see her bitch of a sister. She's the type of person that gives amazonians a bad name. Which is why I wanted to speak with you in the first place.” “Wait! Did you arrange for us to meet like this?” Sean questioned. “Yep Yep! As soon as I heard that a new portal little was coming here to do the very same job that I did, I really wanted to talk with you. So I had to ask mommy to convince her bitch sister to have you visit us during your work hours. Alexa most likely agreed to it because she personally believes that I'm regressed on a permanent basis and because of that, she wants to lower your moral by meeting with me.” “Why does she want to do that? That's just messed up!” “Simple, she has every intention of adopting you. Unfortunately she's not the caring type of amazonian. So I wanted to warn you ahead of time. You really needed to understand the situation you were in before it was too late.” “But she can't legally adopt me! Their is a law in place to protect me from that crap.” Sean said with a hint of anger. “Trust me, she has a determined ego, if there is something she wants, she will find a loop-hole somewhere. That's why I wanted to ask you about your current situation. Your dependence on diapers is most likely her doing, I can't prove it, but it's far more than a coincidence that you are losing control of your bladder at this point of time.” “That god damn woman...Is their anything I can do to get her in trouble? Perhaps speak to someone even higher up than her?” Sean asked “That's a tricky one, given that she is now the director of Diamond Tours. Plus, you need to find proof as well, which is a obstacle in itself. I personally believe that your safest bet would be to find yourself a good amazonian and have her adopt you. Of course you will have to resign from your job first, but after you are adopted, legally, Alexa will not be able to lay a hand on you.” Sean was taken aback. He couldn't believe at what she was suggesting. At first he thought she was joking but he could see the serious look in her eyes. “Their is no way in hell that I'm doing that! I didn't come to this dimension just so that I could be turned into someones baby. I have a life to live back in my dimension and have a family as well!” “That's nice and all, but you have to be realistic here. The fact remains that you are stuck in the amazonian world and also sitting in a diaper as we speak. As much as you may not like it, the odds are greatly stacked against you,.” Sean's pride took a hit after she spoke up in response. He knew it was the truth. His situation was dire and that it was only going to get worse as the days progressed. “What if I tried to sneak back into the area at Diamond central and transport myself back to my dimension, I could try that!” “You could but would not get anywhere near the machine that can transport people people between dimensions. It's heavily guarded to keep any undocumented personal from entering. It's a fools errand. You would be severly punished and most likely fired for trying to pull such a stunt and then you would be adopted and in the hands of the bitch herself.” “Shit...In that case...What about legal representation? Can't I higher a lawyer to have my back?” Sean felt a immense amount of despair as he continued to try and think of a reasonable solution to his ever growing problem. “No amazonian lawyer will represent a little unless they have a shit ton of money. None of them are willing to work for free, it's just not happening. In case you haven't noticed, we portal littles are not given any form of income in this world. We are entirely dependent on the company that we work for.” Sean felt like whimpering as he continued to think of a idea. He personally didn't want to leave because since he liked the idea of temporarily living in a unique world, but circumstances were beyond his control and forcing his hand. The soft padding of the diaper he had on was also a harsh reminder of how far he's been reduced too. “Don't you know any good amazonians? There are plenty of good caring ones that are similar to my mommy. I'm sure that you could find one that could keep you safe from Alexa.” Rebecca wanted to help Sean in any way so that he would not end up in the clutches of her former supervisors control. “Hmm...Zoe! Their is Zoe! She can help me get out of this dimension!” Sean yelled out with excitement. “Zoe? Who is that?” Rebecca asked. “She is.. .Zoe is such a kind and caring person, it's almost hard to believe that she is a amazonian. She is constantly is looking out for me and my safety.” Rebecca noticed that Sean maneuvered himself so that he was sitting directly on his padded butt as he continued to speak about this person. She also noticed that his feet were rubbing together and a huge smile could be seen on his face. Rebecca started to feel a bit better as a opportunity was presenting itself. “Zoe huh? Sounds like you found yourself a winner. Just how did you meet her?” “She's my work partner.” Sean finished off his baby bottle of juice as he spoke up. “A partner from Diamond Tours? Heh, I had a couple myself when I was there. It was really hit and miss depending on their maternal instincts when they were assisting me with my job. But anyhow this is great to hear. Perhaps you should ask her to adopt you and then you will be in the clear.” Rebecca stated as she started to stand up on her feet. “Adoption!? Sorry, that's not in the cards. She understands my situation rather well and is actually looking into several options to help me out.” Sean tried to stand up, but was having difficulty to the thickness of the diaper he wearing. “Is that a fact?” Rebecca asked with a half serious look as she took Sean's hand and helped him to his feet. “Of course! She's been so helpful since I've arrived here. She especially makes me feel so secure when she holds me in her arms.” Sean didn't realize at how odd he sounded when he talked about her. Rebecca just raised her eyebrow and gave a smirk. She knew what Sean was exactly feeling but decided to play it slowly and get a full understanding about their relationship at a later point. “I'm happy for you. I truly am. It's not easy to find a amazonian that genuinely cares for your own well-being before their own.” Rebecca started to walk towards a television set near the end of the room. “Where are you going? GAH!” Sean yelled out as he nearly tripped over himself. All he could was to slowly waddle himself over to where Rebecca was standing. The crinkling of his diaper was very apparent. Rebecca quietly giggled to herself as she watch Sean struggle to stay on his feet. His legs were so far part that he didn't understand as to how Rebecca made it look so easy to walk in such a thick padded undergarment. “You know, it might be for your best interest to crawl over here instead. You obviously don't have enough experience on walking around in these type of diapers. It's a bit tricky but you will get used to it eventually.” Rebecca said as she opened a drawer below where the television set was. “Ya, that's a big no for me. This whole diaper situation is only temporary. Once I figure out my bladder issue, it's back to boxers for...WAH!” Sean fell face first onto the carpet flooring as he lost all of his balance. Rebecca put her hand on her mouth to cover her expression as she watched Sean face plant on the carpet flooring. “Just end me!” Sean slowly got himself back onto his knees. He wasn't hurt but his pride certainly was. He turned his attention to see just how spread out his legs were due to the thick disposable material. “This is ridiculous! Diapers are not suppose to be made for guys of my age!” Sean decided to stay on all fours and crawl over to where Rebecca was currently sitting. Rebecca watched with amusement at how cute and awkward Sean looked as he took his time crawling right next to her. “Don't get the wrong idea! I'm not doing this because I want to! If these diapers were not so freaking huge, I wouldn't be in such a ridiculous situation!” Sean crossed his arms together as he pouted while sitting on his padded butt, obviously failing to redeem any resemblance of a mature adult. “It's alright, you don't need to prove anything to anyone. As of right now, we are going to have some fun together! So I want you to take this!” Rebecca handed a controller to Sean as she took one for herself. “So... What exactly are we doing?” Sean asked as he looked over the controller. “We are going to play some video games not-stop until mommy has lunch ready for us.” Rebecca pressed the start button on the controller which turned on the gaming console. Sean watched as he already started to forget that he was wearing a diaper. “I'm actually suppose to be interviewing you and your amazonian mother. Not playing games.” Sean looked a bit worried that he would get in trouble for his lack of work ethic. “Don't worry, mommy will make sure to convince the guys over at Diamond Tours that you are doing your job. Mommy knows how to handle pencil pushing assholes like her sister.” Rebecca then turned her attention back to the television as the game menu appeared. “So...What exactly are we playing?” Sean asked as he tried to adjust himself while sitting on the floor. “It's called Super Stone Cold Brothers. It's a game where two plumbers help save a magical kingdom from a evil turtle by defeating his underlings with wrestling moves. It's pretty fun, but even better with with someone to play with.” Sean blushed as he felt slightly welcomed by her response. “This looks similar to a game that I own back home...But I can't remember the name...” Sean said to himself as the first level started. Rebecca looked overjoyed over the fact that she had someone to play with. It took Sean only a few minutes to adapt to the basic control scheme. Eventually the two of them spent the next couple hours happily enjoying the game while being able to forget the troubles of the outside world. * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Zoe took a deep breathe as she was about to enter her bosses office. Alexa requested to speak with her not long after she arrived at the building. Zoe expected to have another fateful encounter with her menacing boss, but it was a lot sooner than she predicated. “Hopefully the only thing she will want to discuss is about the progress with Sean's bladder. I better be careful when she brings up that subject.” Zoe knew that she wasn't following her procedure with Sean's bladder control. After giving Sean one of the pills unknowingly, she refused to do so again after seeing the damaging effect they had on his bladder. But even after doing so, Sean's bladder control had already gotten to the point that he was required to wear pull-ups almost full-time. Diapers were also starting to look like a possibility after the incident at the movie theater. After opening the door to Alexa's office, Zoe carefully made sure that she wasn't showing any signs of looking intimidated. Alexa was the type to take advantage of the situation if presented the opportunity. “I'm so glad to be able to speak with you again, Zoe. How are things going with your family?” Zoe knew that Alexa was only bringing up the small talk for the only purpose of transitioning into the subject that she so desired. “They are doing quite well, thank you. Nothing out of the ordinary at our farm.” Zoe wanted to keep her conversation as brief as possible as she was worried about getting on Alexa's bad side. “That's good to hear. Having no family drama is always the best. I can't say the same for Sean, from what I've heard. How is our beautiful baby boy doing?” Alexa wasted no time in bringing up the subject in question. “Sean is for all things considered...Doing favorably well. I think he is adjusting admirably with his job.” Zoe hoped that her answer would be sufficient. She obviously had a far different viewpoint on how Sean should be cared for. “It seems our newest employee has graduated from boxers to pull-ups. I'm happy to see this progress and of course, I have to thank you for your contribution towards my ultimate goal.” “I...I Appreciate your kindness. It has been a awkward transition for him but Sean is a very open-minded little. He is willing to compromise in order to continue to do his job to the best of his ability.” Zoe knew that as long as Sean continued to work for Diamond Tours, Alexa would be sure to keep him on a short leash, at least until he could be legally adopted by her. “Has his accidents forced him to consider Diapers as of yet?” Alexa asked as she kept her attention on Zoe's expression. “Not as of yet, though we did personally discuss the possibility that it may come to that very soon. Sean seemed...Neutral on the idea.” Zoe made sure to lie convincingly since she already had personally diapered Sean the night before, but decided to leave that part out, feeling that the less Alexa knew, the more time she had to figure out a way to keep Sean out of her grasp. “This is wonderful news. I wasn't exactly sure as to how far his bladder would regress but the bladder blaster pills seem to be working quite well. Within another week or so, his bladder muscles should be permanently ruined if the test studies are to be believed. I actually have another task for you. I know that I promised to give you a well-deserved promotion when this is all this was settled with and I am still willing to do so, but it would be much sooner if you can pull this next part off.” Alexa stated as she handed Zoe a piece of paper. “What is this?” Zoe asked as she looked over the paper. “It's a flier. In the next month their will be a pageant for littles as they show off their cute little butts at the city's art theater. Before the event occurs I will require to have already adopted Sean by that point and also have him under go a specific surgery where I can have him turned into a beautiful blonde haired baby girl. It's very important that I can show him off to my friends at the show. You understand what this means?” Alexa asked. “That you want to set a deadline for this plan of yours?” Zoe felt sick in her stomach. Alexa had already planned her next phase for Sean and it was a horrifying one at that. “Correct. I originally planned on playing the long game with Joseph, whom is also assisting me regarding Sean's adoption. But I feel that it that the progress is more hassle than it's worth, so I'm going putting all my effort on this quicker and more efficient route. Joseph doesn't need to know. In the greater scheme of things, he's nothing but a pawn in my end game. “Joseph is helping you out? Just what was in it for him?” Zoe asked. “He wanted to attain a powerful political position within the government and I was suppose to assist him in achieving it. It has turned out to be more of a problem than expected and quite frankly, I just stopped giving a damn. Plus I don't like his pompous arrogant attitude.” Zoe was surprised to see that Alexa was pulling all the stops just so that she can use Sean for her sick personal goals. “Sounds like you have all your affairs in order.” Zoe really wanted to end their conversation but was afraid that she would come off as to eager. “Indeed. By the middle of next week, I expect Sean to be completely diaper dependent and that is when I would like you to convince him of something.” “What now?” Zoe bit her lip as she awaited the dreadful answer. “I want you to find a way to convince Sean to quit his job. Lie to him, I don't really care as long as he quits. I can't legally adopt and regress him until we get a verbal confirmation and he personally brings his resignation letter to a member of our government office. Once he does that, I want you to bring him before me so I can take over from there.” Zoe was glad that she was being told of her plans, it would give her a much better job to keep Sean safe. “Are...Are you sure that is the best route to go with?” Zoe asked with a look of concern. “Their are plenty of other paths to use if I want to get my hands on that adorable portal little, but since this pageant is in a month, this is the quickest path for both adoption and getting a appointment for his sex-change surgery. I thought about several other ways of getting him fired, but the legality of it would be out of my control. Can I count on you to to pull this off?” Alexa asked as she licked her lips. “I will...Try.” Zoe couldn't hide her displeasure from Alexa's request, which she took notice too. “Sounds like you are rather...Conflicted on this issue. I trust that there is no emotional attachment with you and Sean...Is there?” Alexa asked with a look of displeasure. “No...Nothing at all. I Just don't handle deadline pressures all that well.” Zoe quickly came up with a excuse to her avoid any more suspicion. “I'm positive that you will pull through. And then you will have the job of your dreams once this is all squared away.” “I...I can't wait.” Zoe slowly bowed her head before heading to the door to exit the Alexa's office. “Oh and Zoe. I appreciate you not taking a interest in claiming Sean for your own. Such a decision would have...DIRE consequences.” Zoe nodded her head before exiting. She was panicking on the inside after seeing the serious look on her bosses face. Zoe quickly walked back to her work station as she made sure that no one was watching her. “Holy shit. Alexa is a complete psychopath! I need to keep Sean far away from her...But I also need to figure out a way to keep myself safe while at it!” Zoe stated in her mind as she took a seat at her cubicle and took a few minutes to regain some of her composure. Alexa had her pen clenched in her hand as she looked at her computer screen. Even though her eyes were directed on the screen, she was more focused on her plans than anything else. “Zoe...She's probably as reliable as Joseph. If she were bold enough to actually end up adopting Sean. I would have to resort to some...Illegal methods to make a example of her. She better not screw with me.” Alexa went back to focusing on the computer as she resumed her growing clientele for portal little requests. She had much work to do once the tourism continued for Diamond Tours. * * * * * * * * * * “ The controls on this game are weird as heck. It feels so unresponsive.” Sean kept trying to come up with a excuse for his poor play as his character kept dying at a alarming rate in the later levels of the game. “Is that so? Heh, perhaps this game is a bit too mature for someone of your age, hehe.” Rebecca giggled to herself as she was easily able to stay alive in the game due to her vast amount of experience. “I'm not a baby!” Sean bit his lip as he tried to keep his emotions in check, obviously upset with lack of skill and patience. “I never said you were one, hehe.” Rebecca grunted a moment before focusing all her attention back onto the game, Sean could hear some crinkling noises coming from her diaper and started to assume that she had just messed herself. “You...You just didn't use your diaper, did you?” Sean asked as she Rebecca looked noticeably more comfortable with herself. “Of course I did. That's what diapers are made for.” Sean was shocked to see how casual Rebecca was with using her disposable undergarment. “I could never willingly piss myself if I could help it. I could never live with myself if I did.” Sean pressed his hand on the front of the diaper he was wearing. He was thankful to feel nothing except the soft dry padding rubbing against his privates. “After spending a few years having accidents, it has become rather routine. I can't remember the last time that I was able to stay dry for the a whole day. Thankfully mommy will change me out of my poopy diaper after lunch.” Rebecca continued to focus on the game, however Sean just looked at her with a disgusted expression. “Wait! Did you seriously...Just mess yourself?” Sean couldn't focus on the game whatsoever. He was too transfixed on Rebecca and what she had just did to herself. He assumed that she had only wet herself. “Why do you look so surprised? I figured that you have probably already done that a few times since arriving here.” “HELL NO! Their is now way that I'll allow myself to be sitting in my own defecation! I've only wet myself up until this point. And even then, that isn't my fault. Damn it, I shouldn't be in diapers in the first place!” Sean whined as he put the controller down and then lifted up his shirt. He wanted to take the padded undergarment off so badly but he knew that it would only result in a far worse scenario for him. “Don't get to riled up about having to wear diapers. I've seen plenty of portal littles come to this dimension as tourists and eventually get tricked into wearing diapers for a variety of reasons. It usually doesn't end up well for them because they end up trying to resist in some way. It gives the amazonians a valid excuse to further their regression into babyhood.” Rebecca stated as she paused the game to focus her attention on Sean's ongoing frustration. “It's just not fair! I only wanted to get away from my parents for a while and live by my own accord. This isn't what I had in mind!” Sean then lowed his shirt so he could cover the obviously thick diaper he was wearing. “I know exactly the what you are feeling. I came here in hopes of finding a purpose for myself. Turns out that it was all a mirage. But you shouldn't lose all hope, there are still options for you.” Rebecca noticed that her mommy was entering the playroom and walking towards them. “The options better not involve adoption.” Sean stopped speaking as he looked up at Jade's face. “So, how have you two been doing? I hope you are having lots of funsies!” Jade said as she knelt down and picked up the two portal little's with both her arms. Sean decided to stay quiet, feeling that he would say something he would end up regretting. “We have been having lots of fun time, mommy!” Rebecca said as she clapped her hands together. “That's so great to hear and I just got lunch ready for...”Jade stopped speaking as she started to sniff the air. “Did wittle Seanie have to go poo poo?” Sean blushed at the childish question directed towards him. He was about to speak up in his defense but Rebecca spoke up before he could get a word in. “No mommy, I was the one that went poo poo!” Rebecca said as she clinged to her mommy's arm. “Oh! In that case, don't worry snookums, I'll get you changed right after lunch, we are having spaghetti!” “YAY! That's one of my favorites!” Rebecca stated with glee. “I know. I thought it would be a good idea, given our special guest today. I hope you don't mind, Sean.” Jade asked as she started to carry the two into her dining room. “I'm...I'm alright with it.” Sean wasn't feeling comfortable being carried unlike his prior experience with Zoe. The whole process made him question as to why he felt so at ease with her. It didn't make any logical sense. Sean just silently watched on as he and Rebecca were placed into separate high chairs, right next to each other. As the hook on the chair was put into place, Sean just sat there, dumbfounded that someone of his age would be sitting in such a ridiculous contraption. Then again he also wasn't expecting to be wearing a diaper as well. “You will love this Sean. Mommy makes the best spaghetti, no restaurant can compare!” Rebecca stated as a light green bib was placed around her neck. “If you say so.” Sean still couldn't believe that Rebecca was perfectly fine with sitting in her own filth. He didn't realize that a bib was being placed around his neck until Jade finished tying it around his neck. It had a picture of a baby cartoon rabbit on it. “This actually smells pretty good.” Sean sniffed the bowl of spaghetti, surprised by the flavorful aroma coming from the bowls that were placed onto their tables “I hope you two enjoy. I'll be back in a moment.” Jade stated after handing the two of them their forks. Sean was amazed not only by the large size of the bowl that he would be eating out of but also for the fact that he was actually given a utensil to use. He was almost expecting that he would be spoon fed or eating with his bare hands. “Something wrong Sean? You better eat before it gets cold!” Sean glanced over and looked slightly aghast that Rebecca has already made mess of her face as the spaghetti sauce covered parts of her nose and cheeks. She continued to chow down without even noticing or caring. Sean sighed as he grabbed his fork and decided to give the food a go. His eyes began to widen after taking a few bites. “Holy! This is really good!” Sean thought to himself as he swallowed the noodles. Much like with the majority of the food in this dimension, Sean was amazed by the quality of the taste and texture. While spaghetti wasn't his go to food of choice, he was starting to wonder what ingredients were used in the making of it. It had to be something far different than what the spaghetti that he was used to in his world. Around ten minutes later, Sean was only half way done with his bowl, he could see that some of the spaghetti sauce had found it's way onto his chin. He tried looking for a paper towel but soon realized that was not going to be available for him as he was stuck in the high chair. “I guess I'll use this stupid bib to wipe this down.” Before Sean could grab his bib, their was a bright flash of light that covered the area. Sean put his hands on his eyes for a second as he started to question as to what just occurred. “Sorry about that. I wanted to make this a surprise. You two look so adorable, I couldn't help myself. I really wanted to get a genuine photo of you two together while having your lunchies.” Jade said as she lowered the digital camera in her hand. She started to press a few buttons on the device as she continued to walk back into the dining room. “ALL DONE!” Rebecca said as she let out a loud burp that echoed from the entire area. “Such a good girl, yes you are!” Jade stated as she grabbed a paper towel and started to clean her adopted daughter's mouth with it. “Can I see the photo, mommy?” Rebecca asked as Jade finished wiping her mouth clean. Sean just silently removed the stains from his mouth with the bib around his neck, he obviously wasn't in the mood for having someone do it for him. “Hehe, Sean looks so funny!” Rebecca giggled to herself as she led out a large fart that could easily be heard.. Sean was disgusted but made sure to not visibly show it. Rebecca's expression changed into a more concerned look after doing so. “Mommy! I really need a changey!” Rebecca whimpered, as the smell started to become more apparent around her. “I know, I know. I'll get you into a new diapy in just a moment, I first want to show our wittle guest, a photo of himself.” “That's all right, I really don't need....To...See...Huh!?” Sean was at a loss of words as Jade showed a picture of him sitting in the high chair as he was in the process of cleaning his mouth. His diaper was also in partial view as the long shirt he was wearing was sitting up near his waist. “This can't be me...Seriously! I look like a god damn two year old!” Sean said silently to himself. He was dismayed by how he young he looked. He thought at first that the photo was altered in some way, but he knew that wasn't the case since almost all furniture was larger in this world. “Aren't you precious! You must be thankful that you cannot be legally adopted. I bet you would have been claimed by someone on the first day you came here!” Jade's words were not sitting well with Sean's stomach. He first thought that she was mocking him with how helpless he had been, but he soon realized that the feeling in his stomach was more than his inner frustrations as he realized that a growing urge to relieve his bowels was becoming apparent. “No way in hell am I actually going to shit myself!” Sean started to figit a bit in the high chair as Jade helped Rebecca out of hers. “Oh my. Such a messy and stinky girl you are, let's get you back into the nursery and get you cleaned up right away!” “Excuse me, Jade! Can you please get me down from here! I really need to use your bathroom!” Sean stated with a sense of urgency. “Such a funny joke. Just go ahead and fill your diapies. I'll clean you up after I'm done with my daughter.” Jade said as she started to exit the dining room. “You have got to be kidding. I cannot...WILL NOT! Shit myself!” Sean cried out in desperation, hoping to get a reasonable response. “You maybe a special guest, but I'll not allow for such potty talk in my house! This is your only warning, anymore and you will be over my knee!” Jade exited the kitchen without even looking back at the distraught portal little. Rebecca sighed to herself as she was being carried. She knew that Sean would eventually have to come to terms with his new arrangements, but she knew that he wasn't ready to accept his messy fate. Sean took a deap breath and closed his eyes. He decided to calm his mind. Any more frustration and anxiety would only lead him to doing the unthinkable. “No! I need to concentrate. It's bad enough that I've pissed myself before arriving, but I refuse to defecate myself no matter what! I just need to figure a way out of this chair.” Sean didn't care of he got into any form of trouble. His sole priority was to find a toilet and use it like the adult that he thought he was. “Ugh..This freaking thing!” Sean was having trouble at unlocking the latch to his high chair as he struggled to keep himself composed. Every second mattered and he needed to take things into his own hands. * * * * * * * * * * * “Isn't Sean such a fussy baby. He wants to use the toilet like us big people do.” Jade stated as she finished wiping away the mess that Rebecca created earlier on. “Sean is sorta new at this, you can't blame him for not being able to transition to our way of living.” Rebecca said as her legs were lifted in the air by Jade's right hand. Rebecca laid comfortably on the changing table while keeping eye contact with her amazonian mother. “True. You were almost the same after I officially adopted you. Your stubbornness was quite remarkable, especially when I had to bathe you.” Jade then applied the baby powder to her daughters lower half. “But you took your time with me and it was because of that, I was able to accept and come to terms with my new life.” Rebecca watched as a new diaper was slowly placed under her butt. The soft padding was nothing new to her after being changed every day for the past couple of years. “I think I know what you are getting at. So my beautiful baby girl, what would you like your mommy to do for him?” Jade asked as she finished taping up her diaper while removing the onesie that she was wearing. “Please let him use your potty. Even though he is now in diapers, if you could show him some leniency, it will immensely help him with his relationship with the amazonians. I've got a good feeling about him.” Rebecca said as she sat herself up on the changing table. “You always know the right words to say. That's why I'm so thankful to have adopted you when I had the chance.” Jade then picked up her daughter and held the near naked girl to her chest. “Likewise, without you, I would no longer be myself.” Rebecca hugged her mommy right back before she was placed into her crib. “As long as he doesn't throw a fit, I'll show him some hospitality. He's still going to have a afternoon nap with you. That's not negotiable!” Jade then kissed Rebecca on her forehead before heading exiting the nursery. As Jade left to tend to Sean, Rebecca stretched her arms and legs on the firm mattress. She then looked looked at the wooden bars of her crib. It was all custom ordered by her mommy and she also made sure that the mattress that she was sleeping on was a top of the line brand. Jade was financially well off that she could afford a few luxury items for her adopted daughter. “Hopefully Sean doesn't do anything stupid. To many portal littles tend to forget that they are not in their original dimension. I wonder how things have changed in my old world since I left a few years ago?” While Rebecca enjoyed her current life, a part of her was still curious on how her life would have been if she didn't accept the job at Diamond Tours. * * * * * * * * * * “DAMN IT! I can't hold for much longer!” Sean had nearly given up at finding a way to escape from the high chair. Right now he was solely focused on making sure that he didn't mess himself. Such a act would leave a long-term scar on his mental state or at least that is what he thought would happen. “Looks like someone is having a rough time of things.” Jade said as she reentered the dining room and started to assist Sean out of his high chair. “Please, I beg of you, please let me use your toilet! I just need.” Jade placed her index finger over Sean's mouth which immediately made him quiet. “Don't worry, I'll let you use the potty this one time. Normally when a little ends up in diapers, they are not allowed to use the potty whatsoever. That right is only available for littles that are in pull-ups and or are visiting as a tourist. But seeing as that you originally came to my place in pull-ups, I'll respect your wishes.” Jade said as she gently patted Sean's padded butt while escorting him to the bathroom. Sean didn't care, the only thing on his mind was to get himself on the toilet. “Almost there!” Sean said silently to himself. Sean wanted to feel relieved but he didn't have the time to do so as they entered the bathroom. “Now before I put you on the potty, I need to remove a few things.” Jade then lifted Sean's long shirt off of him, leaving him in just his diaper. “Whatever, just please hurry up!” Sean knew that he was at his limit as he looked over at the obviously over sized toilet next to him.” “I'm going to be holding both of your hands while you do your business. It's necessary so you don't fall in the icky potty water.” Jade then easily removed Sean's diaper and put the nervous looking boy onto the toilet. “Thank goodness!” Sean started to relieve his bowels as his hands were being firmly held by the amazonian. He didn't care at how ridiculous he looked, he was just glad that he didn't have to use the diaper for it's intended purpose. Sean exhaled silently as he kept his focus away from Jade, he didn't want to see what she was thinking. Jade noticed the shift in Sean's expression. She found it cute but also somewhat concerning. “I'm guessing that you haven't actually messed yourself since arriving here, is that correct?” Jade asked as she grabbed some wet-wipes and placed the boy over her knee after he finished his business. “That is right. I've only pissed myself since arriving in this world. And I'm not particularly thrilled about doing that either.” Sean cringed as the cold wipes continued to clean every area of his butt. Jade wasn't happy with his use of language but assumed that he didn't intentionally say it with any ill meaning behind it. “If you dislike diapers so much, why did you start wetting yourself? From what my daughter has told me, is that most littles from your world are capable of using the potty just like us amazonians.” After finishing wiping Sean's butt, Jade then threw the wipes in the garbage can nearby and then flushed the toilet. “I don't know. It just happened out of no where. I personally believe that someone is doing something to my bladder, just so I could end up like this.” Sean was then placed over Jade's shoulder as she carried him back into Rebecca's nursery. Sean was so thankful that he was able to use the toilet that he didn't even care that he was only in his birthday suit. “Hmm...That's rather interesting.” Jade kept a straight face as she placed Sean onto the changing table. Rebecca was hugging a stuffed tiger plushy as she sat quietly in her crib and watched as Sean was about to be changed. “Do you believe me!?” Sean asked as his legs were lifted into the air. “Hard to say, but I do sympathize with you. Their are plenty of amazonains that find great pleasure in abusing littles. I despise them with all my being.” Sean was surprised to hear the seriousness in Jade's voice as she started to powder his privates. It was at that moment that Sean realized that he was being put into new diaper. “Do I really need wear another diaper?” Sean asked, hoping that she would be kind enough to put him into a pair of pull-ups as a form of compensation. “Sorry, diapers are all that I have for someone of your size, but don't worry, if you need to use the potty, just let me know and I'll gladly assist you to the toilet next time.” Sean felt a hint of joy as a new fresh diaper was placed under his butt. Apparently Jade was capable of being reasoned with, much to his delight. “Thank you for listening to me!” Sean was pleasantly surprised that Jade would actually allow him to use the toilet after hearing his story. Even though he was being put into another diaper, he felt like he accomplished something that was almost impossible. “And even if you have to end up using your diapers, don't worry, I won't think any less of you. You are a important guest after all!” After applying the tapes to Sean's new diaper, Jade gently picked up the boy up and placed him into the same crib that Rebecca was sitting in. “Holy sh..!” Sean stopped speaking as he turned his attention away from Rebecca after he got a full view of her exposed breasts. “What's got you all worked up?” Rebecca asked, not realizing that Sean was embarrassed to see her naked with the exception of the diaper that she had on. “UGH...Nothing...Nothing at ALL!” Sean's face went completely red as he kept his back to her. “I'll be back in a moment with your ba ba's.” Jade was amused by how innocent the two of them were behaving. After exiting the nursery, Jade slowly stomped her left foot on the kitchen floor after taking a moment to think about the conversation she had with her older sister a day earlier. “God damn you Alexa! You really are trying to abuse Sean. I thought you were actually interested in starting a loving family. I really hoped that you would change into a better person, but it looks like corruption and greed is all you care about!” Jade started to think about to the call she received from her sister. Alexa told Jade about everything that she wanted to do with Sean including his bladder. Jade assumed that her older sister was trying to play a sick joke on her, but it turned out to be true after Sean explained his bladder situation to her. “I won't call the authorities on my sister...But I won't assist her with her sick twisted plan either. It was bad enough that Rebecca had to deal with the abusive nature of Alexa back when she was working at Diamond Tours.” Jade opened the fridge as she started to prepare the bottles for the two portal littles residing in her household. “Love will always triumph over greed. If My sister lands in jail someday...She's on her own.” Jade's resolve remained firm as opened a glass jar of apple juice and started to pour the liquid into the bottles. * * * * * * * * * “What's wrong Sean? Embarrassed by only being in your diapy's, hehe.” Rebecca asked as she crawled over so she could get a better look at his expression. “I'm not embarrassed, it's just...How can you act so formal, while your...”Sean felt too ashamed to continue speaking. It didn't help that he was slightly turned on by Rebecca's appearance. “I see....It's my breasts that you are embarrassed about, hehe. I'm guessing that you haven't been around enough woman to get used to this just yet. Don't worry, you will eventually get desensitized to it after a few weeks. If there is a drawback to living as a baby, it's the lack of a pure sexual drive. It goes away once we become fully accustomed to this life. Though I do appreciate that you see me as more than a simple infant. My breasts are pretty much the only thing that remind me that I still am a adult. A twenty one year old one at that. Three years of it has been spent as mommy's baby. It really doesn't feel like it's been that long. Though in some ways, I've already forgotten what life was like as a adult. But I'm content with things and that is all that matters in the end.. I just hope you can find some sort of happiness when your eventually adopted.” Rebecca said as she placed her hand on Sean's bare back. “There is no way in hell that I'll accept this as my new life! I've got a family back home! I didn't come here to be someone's baby. I won't except this!” Sean tried to stand but quickly fell on his padded butt and then onto his back, due to the thickness of the disposable undergarment. “Damn it!” Sean was easily angered by not just the diaper he was wearing but also his complete reliance on the amazonians. “Then tell me, just exactly what are you going to do about it?” Rebecca asked as she helped Sean so he was sitting right on his butt. Sean knew that he couldn't keep his eyes away from Rebecca's face. He needed to show her at how serious he was. “Honestly...I'm not sure. It really feels like that everything is out of my control. I originally wanted to stay here and do the job that I was tasked with, but not at the expense of my god damn freedom!” Sean knew that he wasn't the best when it came to planning. He usually went with the flow which seemed to help him out up until now. “That's the harsh truth about this dimension. Nothing ever goes your way...If you are a little, that is.” I actually managed to accomplish more with my job than the two others that held this position before me, but I got cocky and pissed off the wrong people. Thankfully, I didn't pay the ultimate price for it. “You really have no problem with living the rest of your days as a baby? Don't you want to make something more of yourself?” Sean asked. “Even though I live the life of a infant, mommy still allows me to do plenty of adult things such as writing, using the internet, and play games for myself. It's not completely ideal but I've been given far more options than most littles in this dimension. So to answer your question, ya, I don't have a problem with it. I've adapted and overcome. You should stop resisting too before it end up biting you in the ass. It will be far better than having that bitch, Alexa take complete control of you. That's why I went through all the trouble to wanting to speak with you. I wanted to let you fully understand your situation before it was too late.” Their was a hint of anger in Rebecca's voice as she spoke up. “I can't do that! If I give up then that will mean that I've accepted the fact that I am no longer a capable adult!. I also need to think of my family! I can't imagine what they do if I didn't come home after my six month agreement here!” Some tears could be seen in Sean's eyes as he started to think about them. Rebecca felt guilty, the last thing she wanted to do, was to hurt Sean's feelings. Even though it was for his own benefit. “I know we talked about this earlier, but if you could find a way to come up with some money, then perhaps you could look into legal representation for a lawyer. They have actually helped some portal little tourists legally leave this dimension before the adoption documents were finalized.” “THAT'S IT! I ALMOST FORGOT! THAT KAIRI PERSON!” Sean yelled out with excitement. “Whoa! Calm down! It sounds like you may have a plan, care to explain?” Rebecca asked with great interest. “I received a business card from a lawyer that goes by the name of Kairi. While I'm not sure as to why, but if I can talk to her, perhaps I'll have a fighting chance to get back to my world safely!” Sean finally remembered the card that Trisha gave him the other day and felt there was a light at the end of the dark tunnel. “That personally feels kind of shady but realistically it's a start. How about a plan B? Do you have something in mind if that turns out to be a dead end?” Rebecca asked as she adjusted her sitting. The crinkling from her diaper could be easily heard in the silent nursery. “Not even close. I guess I'll be pinning all my hopes on this lawyer. Just gotta stay positive now that I have something to work on!” Sean said as he gave a thumbs up to Rebecca. Rebecca sighed as she looked over at Sean. He was sitting in her crib, wearing nothing but a diaper. While she admired his optimistic nature, it would amount to nothing in the world of the amazonians. “Oz Island is most certainly not a option. It's the only refuge for native little but the population is strictly controlled and no visitors are allowed except the New Haven government officials. Realistically, getting yourself adopted from a caring amazonian is your safest option compared to being forcefully adopted by Alexa.” “But it's illegal for her to try and adopt me. As long as I have my job, I'm good, right?” Sean asked with look of worry. “Your job is in the hands of amazonian government. I would not put too much faith in this current justice system. The government can change it on a whim if they ever feel like it.” Rebecca could see the despair in Sean's expression. He knew that his fate was not entirely on his own to decide. Rebecca looked up at the swinging mobile that was above them. She hated being the barer of bad news but Sean needed to hear the cold harsh truth. She then turned her attention back to him and was surprised to see him suddenly sucking on his thumb while thinking about something. “Ugh...You okay, Sean?” Rebecca asked with a worried expression.. Sean slowly removed his thumb as he began to talk. “I'm alright. I'm just thinking about Zoe. If the whole lawyer thing doesn't go through, I could ask her to try and perform some miracle. I can definitely trust her when all else fails.” Rebecca noticed that Sean was rocking himself a little bit as he spoke about her. “This Zoe person, I remember you talking about her earlier. Can you tell me more about her?” “She's a very relaxed person to be around. She doesn't try to control or force me to do anything against my will. I wonder how she's doing right now?” Sean stated to himself as be put his thumb back into his mouth. It sounds like you two are particularly close even for co-workers.” Rebecca's curiosity was apparent as she continued to question Sean on the person of interest. Sean then removed his thumb yet again from his mouth as he continued to speak. “I don't know about that. She primarily takes care with all my boring paper work and drives me around to the places where I'm suppose to have my interviews, such as this house for example. She is so much fun to be around, I bet you would enjoy her company if you met her.” “And has she shown any motherly tendencies towards you? “I guess, she's really been open-minded about my feelings and has kept her maternal instincts in check...At least compared to some of the other crazy as hell amazonians around here.” Sean continued to nibble on his thumb, not realizing on what he was doing. “Sounds like a blessing in disguise. I think we have found your plan B option.” Rebecca stated as she crawled over and sat right right in front of Sean. “I'm not getting adopted. We already talked about that, remember?” Sean stated with a serious tone. “Stop being so stubborn! If the whole lawyer thing doesn't work out, you can at least have this Zoe person adopt you. She sounds like a genuinely good person. That will keep Alexa's creepy hands away from you!” Rebecca said with a delighted expression. Sean however continued to look even more frustrated. “How many times do I have to tell you! I have no intentions of being adopted! While Zoe is a really nice person, I don't see her as the type that would...”Sean stopped speaking as he started to think about Zoe and the way she held him while he slept on her stomach the previous night. His face was blushing as the images started to appear in his mind. “You can lie to me but I don't think it's fair to lie to yourself.” Rebecca said as she managed to sit herself in a cross-legged position. “What are you talking about?” Sean wasn't thrilled with Rebecca's vague way of speaking. “I'll tell you after mommy gives us our bottles.” Rebecca noticed that her adopted amazonian mommy came back into the nursery with two bottles in her hands. “I hope I didn't keep you two waiting!” Jade handed both portal littles their bottles. Rebecca quickly took her bottle while Sean hesitatingly took his. “I'm going to turn off the lights, I'll wake you two from your after-noon nap in a couple hours. Sean, I'll let you know if your partner arrives before then.” Jade then grabbed a blanket from the corner of the crib and placed it over the two, ushering them to lay down together on large single pillow that was near them. “A nap? Really?” Sean asked as he looked up at the amazonian. “Would you prefer a spanking instead?” “...Never mind.” Sean sighed and laid down, not thrilled with her demand, but he knew that he was in no position to negotiate. Sleep well!” Jade then raised the crib railings and then made a kissing gesture before slowly closing the door to the nursery. Sean looked up at the mobile that was playing above them. He still couldn't believe that he was put into this predicament. Rebecca started to suck down on her bottle while Sean held his bottle with both his hands in front of him. “Seriously? We are grown ass adults! Why are we suppose to have some sort of stupid as hell after-noon nap?” Sean looked over at Rebecca and soon realized at how silly he sounded as he watched her quietly suck on the bottle. Despite his obvious objections, he knew that he was seen as a mere infant that needed to be cared for by the majority of the amazonians. It was almost at that moment that his face also started to blush due to being only inches from Rebecca's face as they laid beside each other. “What's got you all flustered about? Rebecca asked in a playful manner as she continued to stare at Sean right in his eyes. “Your so close! Don't you find this to be rather...Difficult?” Sean tried to come up with a proper response for the way he was feeling, but apparently, Rebecca didn't seem to mind it at all. “I guess you could say that I feel the opposite. I'm rather thankful that I could finally meet with someone that can talk on the same level as me. Most littles that I have play-dates with are usually mentally regressed beyond the level four stage, so their really isn't much of a conversation to be had.” Sean could see that Rebecca looked genuinely happy to have him around. He didn't know what to think at that moment. He decided to suck on the bottle as a temporary form of distraction. For the next few minutes, Sean continued to stare up at the mobile as he remained motionless in the crib. He would take a few glances at Rebecca as she continued to stare at him while sucking down on her bottle. “Let's get back on the topic from before...Ugh what was it again? Sean was too distracted by Rebecca's continuous stare down. She just giggled at how easily flustered he could get. “Sean is so easy to read. That's kinda neat.” Rebecca stated in her mind as she took the bottle out of her mouth. “It was regarding your true feelings for Zoe. If you want, I could explain a few things about it.” Rebecca said as she kept her bottle only a few inches from her mouth. “What do you mean by true feelings?” I'm not hiding anything about her!” Sean tried to act defensive but he kept thinking back to last night and how everything transpired with Zoe. “I personally believe that you enjoy being cared for by this amazonian named Zoe. While you may not prefer being babied by any other amazonian. I think that you have found a special bond with her and continue to seek more of her attention and warmth as a way to cope with your daily stresses in life. I wouldn't be surprised if she had her own personal plans to adopt you. Perhaps she is waiting for your permission?”” “No way! She's not the type of person that would do that!” Sean continued to blush as Rebecca simply smirked at Sean, she did not see things the same way he did. “I could always ask my mommy to adopt you. I wouldn't mind having a baby brother to hang around with on a daily basis, Hehe!” Rebecca said as she smiled gleefully at Sean. “Don't joke about stuff like that!” Sean's face kept getting more flushed and Rebecca easily noticed the change of color in his cheeks. “Sorry about that, I won't tease you anymore!” She then patted him on the head. Sean didn't know how to respond so he just continued to suck down on his bottle while keeping his head down. “Regarding Zoe... I'll admit that I've grown rather...Attached to her, but it was never always like this. Especially when I first met her. She seemed pretty out-going but it always felt professional and not all that deeply personal. But sometimes I wonder...She feels like a person that I've known for years.” Sean knew that he his feelings for Zoe were stronger than normal and he felt that something was amiss about it. After all, he had only known her for only a week. “Hmm...You didn't come to this dimension with the intentions to be adopted in the first place. You were like me, you wished to seek your own form of independence, so there has to be a catalyst for the odd way that you have been feeling about her.” Rebecca started to think about Sean's current mental state and what he could be going through. “Who in the heck would come here to be personally turned into someone's baby? That just doesn't seem possible!” Sean said as he started thinking about the tourism program that Diamond Tours used. “You would be surprised, there are plenty of people that seek a refuge from their former lives. It's not our place to judge. Anyhow, I think I may know what you are exactly experiencing. First I have a question. Were you mentally regressed at either levels three through six before you met with Zoe for the very first time?” “Nope. I was placed on level two by Alexa when I first met her, though I didn't really feel all that different from my normal self.” Sean replied. “That's good to hear. Knowing Alexa, if she had her way, I bet you would have already be permanently regressed as soon as you met with her. Anyhow, did you first meet with this Zoe person while you had a clear state of mind and were not effected by any of the mental regression effects? Rebecca asked. “Ya, nothing happened when we hung out with each other. We seemed to get along quite well and had a good time at the mall.” Sean stated. Next question. Were you mentally regressed at any point after you met with Zoe?” Rebecca asked. “I was. My apartment manager accidentally regressed me to the level three stage. It was pretty weird. Thinking back, it was almost like a dream of sorts.” “Interesting...Did you meet up with Zoe while in your regressed state?” “No, I met up with her a day later, but when I did, she seemed even more charming than usual. It felt so...Natural to be close with her. That's kinda weird, now that I think about it.” “Hmm...I think I might have a answer to what you are going through. It's not common knowledge and it's not talked about nearly enough, but in certain circumstances, when a little is mentally regressed to level three or higher for the first time, a part of their regressed mental state, can continue to linger in their mind for the next few weeks. It can also effect their rational and judgment if they meet a amazonian that they grow rather fond of.” Sean was surprised by what he was hearing, he didn't want to believe it but it started to make sense as he remembered last night when Zoe changed him into his very first diaper and even went as far as to bottle feeing him. Rebecca could see that he was coming to terms with his situation. “But why is that? I heard that the mental regression effects are only serious at level six! What gives!” Sean was alarmed with how safe and natural he felt being around Zoe. Even now, he didn't feel disgusted with the way she changed and fed him. “It's a rare symptom of mental regression called recessive attachment. It doesn't happen often and is not very well known even among the amazonian community.” “Holy shit.” Sean now understood as to why he was so comfortable with Zoe. “As for level six, it only guarantee's that you will enjoy your babyhood if you grow accustomed to the amazonian that you are mentally closest with. It wasn't a immediate change with me, but I eventually accepted my mommy and lifestle after being regressed at the level six stage. And based on what I've learned about the regression system and what you have told me about this Zoe person, I can only say one thing if you truly don't want to be adopted...Don't EVER let her personally breast-feed you.” Sean was surprised by the sudden change of tone in her voice. “What exactly will happen if I do?” Sean asked, he already assumed the answer but he wanted a full confirmation from someone that has already gone through this. “You will most likely have no desire to leave this dimension ever again. I bet that you will enjoy being babied by Zoe for the rest of your life. That is if she manages to nurse you with her own milk. Your real family will become secondary as you assimilate to your new infantile life .” Sean's mouth was hanging open due to the shocking response. “That's...Just...Wrong...I also have a hard time believing that. Your telling me, that I would forsake everything that I have accomplished including my family...By just by drinking some weird as heck amazonian milk!? “That's right. I've seen it happen to plenty of portal littles that visit this dimension. Many amazonians will try to become friends with the tourists that visit this dimension. It's not entirely intentional but the intimate affection of the amazonians can cause a normal little to become almost dependent on them if they are regressed at level three or higher. It's pretty much a guarantee at level six if the relationship between the little and the amazonian is relatively strong. And if it doesn't work out after the little recovers from the mental regressed mindset, the amazonian will still have had at least three whole days to take care of the temporary regressed portal little. I will be frank, amazonian milk is no joke. It's potency will turn any little into a babbling baby for three straight days no matter what. And in most cases like mine, we will come to adapt our new reality and be content with everything that we have.” Rebecca stated as she then started to brush Sean's hair with her hand. Sean felt oddly conflicted with how Rebecca explained her situation. She was basically saying that her personal choices and opinions have already been influenced by the effects of the mental regression and their was no real issue with that. Now it makes sense...No wonder I'm so obedient in having to wear a freaking diaper! I really need to get the hell out of here before it's too late!” Before Sean could to sit up, he noticed that that Rebecca was firmly holding onto his left arm with both her hands. Sean looked over and could see that she was blushing slightly herself. He didn't understand as to why. “Listen...I know it's not the popular opinion, but this type of life isn't as bad as you think. It all comes down to the amazonian that ends up adopting you. I personally believe that you should have a serious talk with this Zoe person and perhaps something good will come from it.” Sean couldn't believe at what he was hearing, he wanted to respond appropriately but was unable to as Rebecca moved her face only inches away from his. It caught him completely off guard and it made him forget anything else that was on his mind at the moment. And...Uh...What... what about you!? Don't you miss your family? Did being breast-fed by Jade make you forget about them?” Sean did his best to not stutter with his words. He could feel Rebecca's warm breathe brush against his lips. He wasn't sure if she was going to kiss him or was just teasing with him again. “I haven't forgotten them...In some ways I kinda wish I did. My folks were heavy drug abusers and the farthest thing from being legitimate parents. I did not have a ideal childhood. I guess you can say that this is a second chance for me. My mommy, Jade...She saved me from literally losing everything after I blew my chances with Diamond Tours. I do wish that some things could be different but I'm not going to lie and say that I'm not thankful for where I have ended up in.” Sean was then caught by surprise again as Rebecca wrapped her legs around his waist as he could feel her diaper rubbing against his. “Rebecca! Are you alright? You are very...Very...Close!” Sean watched as Rebecca then wrapped her arms around his body and embraced him in a gentle warm hug. A loud yawn could be heard from her voice. “Sorry Sean...I guess I'm being kinda selfish. It's just so nice after all these years... To meet with someone just like me. All I want...Is to have a playmate that I can relate too. I just wanna...” Rebecca nuzzled her face into Sean's chest as she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep while clinging onto his body. Sean didn't know what to think. He started to assume that Rebecca saw him in a more romantic or even lustful way, but after the way she spoke, it turned out that she was rather lonely since she had not met many portal littles that could relate or speak to her. “I've always wanted to have a girl put her arms around me...I just never expected it to be like this..” Sean knew that Rebecca wanted him to stay even if she didn't come out and say it. It made sense as to why she was so fixated on having him adopted. He didn't really mind the having a friend like Rebecca but not at the cost of his very adult-hood. “I'm a eighteen year old guy, wearing nothing but a diaper and laying in a crib alongside a girl that is also wearing just a diaper. This definitely wasn't in the job description!” Sean said sarcastically to himself. He decided to close his eyes as the warmth coming from Rebecca's body was helping put his ongoing anxiety at ease and also causing his eyelids to get heavier. Sean used his free right hand to grab hold of the bottle and started to suck down on it again, as he enjoyed the taste of the juice that was inside. “This stuff...Isn't half bad...” As Sean closed his eyes, he unknowingly put his thumb back into his mouth after dropping the bottle right next to him. He continued to suck on it as he slept for the next couple of hours with Rebecca right beside him in peaceful bliss. During that time, his diaper started to get warmer as he unknowingly wet his himself again. Thankfully his diaper was able to hold in everything that was released from his bladder. What awaited him in his future was still unknown but waking up in a wet diaper was most certain.

Chapter 1 Belle looked at her phone and realized she couldn’t hit the snooze button again. It was 6:00 am and her first conference call was in 2 hours. Working from home had let her sleep in a bit more lately but she found herself going to bed later and later as she began to adjust to this new routine. She hadn’t been sleeping well. The isolation over the many months was starting to really affect her. She needed to be around people and looking at her co-workers through a zoom call all day just wasn’t the same. She didn’t think much of most of her colleagues. They were lazy and taking advantage of the new work from home policies. She worked very hard, pretty much outpacing everyone else at her work. It was the one of two things she could focus and control right now when everything else seemed to be spinning. She knew there were many people in the same situation as her. The pandemic has forced changes on everyone and she wasn’t coping very well. Some nights even crying herself to sleep. She pulled herself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom and her feet noticed the cold tile floor. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled from tossing and turning all night. She washed her face off, then exchanged her underwear for her running gear. Running and staying in shape was the other thing she could control. Luckily for her she didn’t need a gym, which were all closed anyway. She pulled on her leggings and long sleeve thermal and turned around to look in the mirror. She admired her toned legs and shapely backside in the mirror. She took pride in her appearance and always dressed up for work, even though she was working from home. She laced up her shoes and grabbed her gear and stepped out of her apartment. She could see her breath in the air this morning. She ran every day, rain or shine. As she took off she noticed her car was still parked out front. Since they clean the streets on Tuesday’s she knew she had to move it before 7:00. “Damn.” She said to herself. She didn’t want to go back inside and figured she’d just move it when she got back. It’s not like they are gonna be here right at 7 anyway. She started her tracker on her app and took off. She got lost in her run and her feet hit the pavement to the beat of her music. She’d been going an hour and was close to the 7 miles when she rounded the corner to her street for the final stretch. The crisp morning gave way to healthy sweat and she finally stopped and walked to cool down. As she approached her apartment she saw it. A cop car and a tow truck. “No no no…” Her heart rate doubled after having just cooled down and she ran up to the cop and found that it was her car they were about to tow. “This your car miss?” “Yes yes, I’m so sorry, let me grab my keys I’ll move it right now. I’m so…” “Miss, let me stop you right there. Your car is already hooked up, there is nothing I can do. You are aware there is a zero tolerance for blocking the cleaning? With everyone working from home we can’t make exceptions. You aren’t special so you need to do your part.” She took offence to this lecture and saw him looking at her as well. “Look, I’m not interested in a lecture. I do my part. I have been isolated for months and I do my part…” “Miss, I suggest you calm yourself. I don’t appreciate your attitude. I’m trying to do my job here and you are out playing. You entitled kids really are something. One more word from you and this ticket will be the least of your concerns.” He wrote up the report on his tablet, and she saw him checking several things. He confirmed her name and email address from the motor vehicle registration. “A ticket is being emailed to you with instructions. You can go, and have a nice day.” He motioned for her to leave in a condescending way and she proceeded to walk up the steps to her front door. She turned and saw him staring again. She went inside, slammed the door and went to pull up the ticket. She was shocked when saw $500 fine, $150 to get her car out of impound. Continuing to read the notes on the ticket, the officer had noted she was argumentative, arrogant and not wearing a mask!. Finally, the last section was either ‘Pay Now Available?’ This was marked no and crossed out and below was instructions for a court date done virtually via the link provided. It was set for 10 tomorrow morning. “What the f? I was out for a run! What a prick. Great. Just F’ing great.” She couldn’t think about this now. She had to get ready for work. She stripped out of her sweaty clothes and got a shower and got ready for work, barely making her conference call. The day proceeded as normal, but without a car she had to rely on some Doordash for some lunch. She wasn’t able to concentrate very much. She was mad at the cop, and mad at herself for letting that happen. Outside of work and exercise, the rest of her life was becoming a mess. Bills were piling up, the apartment wasn’t as clean as she’d like and her mental health had definitely deteriorated during all this. She needed a change but knew that wouldn’t be coming for most likely several months if you believed what the news had to say. She laid in the bed that night, again unable to sleep. She kept worrying about this virtual court tomorrow. She already had to change her conference calls around after explaining to her boss what had happened. That was already embarrassing enough. Now she likely was going to get another lecture from some judge. She managed to get a few hours of sleep but still got up, changed into her running gear and hit the streets. She made breakfast, put on slacks and a dress jacket for ‘court’ and finally clicked the link. There was a queue system that said she was 2 away and to remain in front of her computer until called. She waited 30 minutes and it still said 2 away. At this point her bladder had all the coffee it could handle and she had to go. She figured she could sneak away and get back in time. She took care of her business and ran back to her laptop. The screen had changed. “Miss Larson? This will be your final warning…” “I’m here I’m here…I had to use the bathroom after having to wait on here forever. The appointment said 10am!” She didn’t expect a female judge. The woman staring back at her on the screen was elegant and classy. And was all business. She was instantly intimidated. “Miss Larson, I spoke to the officer who issued the ticket, and with your behavior here today I am not impressed. We have a whole world that is trying to work together in a time of hardship, and you apparently have decided you can thumb your nose at the rules and not cooperate with the rest of it. Typically I am inclined to give people a 2nd chance, maybe you just had a bad day, but it doesn’t appear to be the case.” Belle tried to speak up but the Judge cut her off. “I am sentencing you to 2 weeks of behavioral correction therapy. You’ll be able to serve this sentence from your home under strict guidelines and oversight from one of our counselors. My hope for you is at the end of your program you will learn some empathy for your fellow citizens and treat our officers and judges and service people with more respect. Instructions will be emailed to you after this call.” With that the judge hit her desk with a gavel and said “Next Case” and the video feed shut off. A few seconds later Belle heard a ding indicating a new email had arrived. It was from the court. She clicked and started to read.

Disclaimer: The story contains mentions of abuse if you are uncomfortable with that I suggest you don't read. ooOoo Chapter 1: The orphanage was overcrowded and chaotic. It was a small building, more a house, in a decent neighborhood. Marina and Christian hadn’t known what to expect when they pulled into the driveway. In front of the white two-story house was a sign that said, Brighter Horizons Orphanage. There was a large wrap-around porch and the garden in the front yard was only half alive and grass overgrown. It was known that the orphanages were terribly underfunded. The government tended to give all their money to the large hospitals leaving nothing for anyone else. It was a part of Christian Tischner’s goal to make sure everyone could afford the same opportunities. No littles should have to suffer. No workers should be stressed or overworked. But that was often the case with the underpaid staff. When the couple got the phone call a week ago, they were taken aback. It was from Marsha Mercer, a woman they hadn’t heard from in many years. She was their designated social worker. When you adopt your first little, it’s the law that you have surprise home checks every three months for up to a year to ensure that the little is being well taken care of. However, because it had been so long since they had a little, Marsha decided to check in, just to make sure everything was going ok. Their first thought was of Willa, worried something had happened, and she was going to be taken away. That’s what those phone calls usually led to. Their fears, however, were quickly squashed as Marsha explained the situation. A little by the name of Olive May was in need of fostering. She had been the third girl at Little Beginnings Hospital in the Newborn Ward with Lulu and Willa. The story was devastating. A friend of Astrid Reichner wanted to adopt her early. The girl was a master at manipulation and had everyone convinced that she had fully regressed. She was released into the woman’s custody but her new mommy quickly learned that she was not the perfect angel she portrayed. For three years she was abused physically and mentally. Her mommy could not afford to send her back to the hospital so she tried to force her into little space. It did not work and she’s now stuck between a 6-month-old to three years old, headspace, often fluctuating between them. Olive May was aware enough to know that she shouldn’t be in diapers and a onesie and that he was actually an adult. That proved a huge problem because little’s like those, if escaped, could reveal all of their secrets. Her social worker never noticed the signs of abuse. She was overworked, taking on hundreds of cases that most of the time she’d forget to check in. When she was rescued, she spent a month at SunnySide Hospital but the doctors determined that too much damage had been done and it would be virtually impossible to regress her to a set age. There was nothing more they could do for her. She was sent to Bright Horizons Orphanage but nobody wanted to adopt or foster her. She tended to lean towards violence when upset and nobody wanted a little that wasn’t fully regressed. The orphanage was weeks away from sending her to, Henderson’s Psychiatric Hospital for Littles where she’d most likely spend the rest of her life. When Marsha heard of the situation she immediately intervened. She knew that wasn’t what she needed and if they could just find a loving family to take her in, perhaps she could heal. Marsha wanted the Tischners to be that family. They were well off, loved by everyone, and Christian was a miracle worker when it came to littles. But the couple was wary at first. They wanted to help her but it sounded as if she was too late to be saved. They also had to think about Willa. She was their full-time responsibility and while they were pretty certain that she would never fall out of her headspace, they didn’t want to take the chance. Marsha remained optimistic though and wholeheartedly believed she could still be helped. The Tischners didn’t say no right away and slept on the decision for a few days before ultimately deciding they’d take her on. No little should have to suffer. They made a promise to each other that they wouldn’t let the girl’s care get in the way of their little Willa. They’d make sure Willa knew that she was still loved. They just would have a new family member now. She’d have a big sister. They sat in an office right off the front door. The sound of crying sounded from one end of the house and laughter from another. Just from their brief moment in the main room when they first entered, they were shocked. Littles ranging from all ages were crowded in several rooms. There were about forty littles in total that they had seen. The diapers were cheap and the clothes were obviously from second-hand stores. The toys they played with were falling apart. There was the strongest smell of dirty diapers and Marina couldn’t help but cover her nose. The house had definitely seen better days. It looked moments away from falling apart. They had known that orphanages were bad but they hadn’t expected this. Nobody wanted to end up in one. Littles who were abused, abandoned, or caregivers that had died were brought to places like this. The hospitals were only for the injured and for those who needed to be regressed which left everyone else in the dust. Most people didn’t like adopting from the orphanages because there was always something wrong with the littles. Most preferred the hospitals because they were all shiny, new, and well behaved. The stigma and bias against orphanage littles and hospital littles was a sad reality. Five minutes later a stern-looking woman entered the office. She had hard brown eyes, blonde hair cut into a bob cut, and pale skin. She was dressed for a day at the office instead of in a house full of littles. She wore a white blouse (which had somehow managed to stay clean) and blue jeans. “Thank you for your patience,” she said with the slightest English accent. The woman reached over to shake their hands as she sat down behind the desk. “My name is Anne Marie Whitmore. I’m the owner of Brighter Horizons. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” “The pleasure is ours,” Christian replied. Mrs. Whitmore curtly nodded her head, sliding over a vanilla folder with papers inside. She was not one for small talk. They jumped right into business. “I’m not going to lie. I was surprised to hear that you were interested in fostering. I’m aware of your accomplishments and how charitable you’ve been in the past but fostering a little-- especially this little is a huge responsibility.” It sounded as if she were doubting their capabilities. Of course, they knew that they had their skeptics. Some were determined to paint them in a negative light for every single thing they did, such as donating to charities and exposing Little Beginnings Hospital. Some believed that they had done it just to increase their fame, claiming they had, Caregiver Savior Complex: caregiver’s feeling the need to help sick and injured littles when it benefited them in some way. Of course, that wasn’t true but it still hurt that people thought that. “I’m aware that Ms. Mercer has alerted you to Olive May’s issues but inside the folder is a more formal and detailed report.” They opened it up and to say it wasn’t slightly overwhelming would be a lie. Christian was trained in caring for abused littles and had worked with them before but this was obviously going to be a whole new experience. The first page read: Babygirl, Olive May Sex: F DOB: 9/27/2003 Previous Name: Jessica Flannery Demographics Contact Information: Address: 42 Hickory Street, Brighter Horizons Orphanage, Henderson, WA, Email: Brighterhorizons@littlespace.net Phone: 92-334-1995 Little Space: Six months old to three years old Biological Age: 21 years old Regression Status: Incomplete Height: 5ft 1in Weight: 95lbs Nationality: Irish Dual Citizenship: United States Race: White Ethnic Group: Irish Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue Health Issues Chronic Constipation, PTSD, Anxiety, Anger issues, Malnourishment, Dehydration, Vitamin Deficiencies, Anemia, Muscle Atrophy, Selective Muteness, Claustrophobia: fear of small spaces, Nyctophobia: fear of the dark “As you can see her file is over twenty pages long,” said Mrs. Whitmore. “That’s the reason she’s listed as a high priority little. We will not let just anyone foster her.” The pages went on and on, going into more detail about her treatments, medicines, behaviors, etc. It would take a whole week to just read through every single detail. “What did the woman do to her?” Marina gulped with tears in her eyes. She’d heard these stories time and time again when working with patients but this hit different. It was a caregiver who hurt their little. Never in a million years would she ever lay a hand on Willa. The Tischners didn’t believe in corporal punishment. Not that they ever needed to punish her but if they did, they’d simply take away her plushie. That made her upset enough. “The details of her rescue and past living conditions are all in the folder.” she sighed, sadness hinted in her voice. “The trauma she’s been through has left her unable to communicate effectively. She’s constantly angry and fights against the regression. If she feels herself start to slip then she’ll begin hitting and scratching herself. We clipped her nails all the way down and placed her hands in mitts. The only effective punishments are time outs when she’s in an old enough headspace and when she is a younger, we take away her plushie--” “She has a favorite plushie?” he interrupted, surprised. If a little was having difficult regressing, usually the first things doctors did was give them a plushie. It always seemed to do the trick, no one knew why though. “Yes,” she nodded her head. “It’s a stuffed elephant and it’s attached to her hip at all times. She doesn’t let anyone else touch the thing.” That was a good sign. Usually if a little became attached to a plushie, they’d quickly fall into their little space but something was obviously blocking that from happening. She continued to tell them about her, the situation sounding more dire as she went on. Marina was starting to wonder if they were the right people for this job. But she knew they had to do it. “It’s not too late to back out, if you’re having second thoughts,” Mrs. Whitmore stared right at her as if sensing her thoughts. They shared a glance, grasping each other’s hand and said, “we’d like to continue with the fostering process. You’re not going to scare us off.” Her lips pursed and her brown eyes assessed them for a moment before saying, “very well. I believe it’s time to meet Miss Olive May.” ooOoo Author Notes: Hey everyone! This is part 2 of Willa’s story. As you can see a new character was introduced, some may remember a brief mention of her from part 1. You’ll see more of Willa in the other chapters and it will be heavily focused on the both of them. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Three sisters, one home, one family The only thing that seemed the same was something, or someone, was always being changed. When my dad remarried, Kelly, who is 7, became my step-sisters. The feeling of not quite being a ‘big girl’ and not sure about being a little girl as I’m 8, gets confusing. As we’re close in age, we’re expected to have a close relationship, but we hadn’t grown up together and too shy to share our secrets. We didn’t share a bedroom, our parents tried to get us to be more like sisters, but with little success. We did watch TV together sometimes, do homework, or play with our younger sister, Aimee, She’s almost 5 and has some disabilities, so more like a big baby. Our mom gets upset if we call her a baby, though, so we’re careful. It seems our mom has found plenty of ways to make us behave without it quite seemly like a punishment. Keeping us in our room, watching boring educational shows from the 1980s is one way. She claims its educational, so its good for us, but we end up bored and sometimes in tears anyway. Our dad is usually pretty reasonable, but one thing is didn’t seem to like was changing diapers, and always felt awkward changing me for bed as I got older. Having 3 girls in diapers at night makes him really awkward if he’s changing us. It’s also cold this time of year, and one thing all of us girls have in common is we get the flu, despite getting a flu shot every year. It seems like one of us is sick, especially during the colder time of year. Getting sick usually means stuck in bed, wearing diapers, and practically treated like our little sister. Our mom has been a foster parent for some years, and works from home for some big company, or something. She keeps telling us how much fun she had living in Manhattan, but it didn’t sound like fun to us. Dad worked for a different big company, but quit after my mom died a few years ago. Even though it was something healthcare related, he doesn’t like hospitals much. The thing with our mom being a foster parent that provides temporary care to kids, although she prefers younger kids, especially those who are babied and immature. It feels like sometimes when we’re acting like a ‘big girl’ mom doesn’t notice, but if we’re being immature and babyish, like our little sister, mom pays attention. We’re stuck in the middle, not being fully incontinent and babied like our younger sister, or old enough be able to make our own choices like our older sister who is now 17. My dad is surprised that some foster kids ask for diapers, or just accept being diapered again. Because foster kids wetting the bed is common, mom usually puts them in diapers for bed. We’re not the same: To say our family is complicated, would be an understatement. We’re always competing with each other, and recent restrictions have made things even more complicated. Some times we compete to see who can be bratty and get away with it, other times we focus on our schoolwork and homework. Our young sister, Aimee, isn’t really able to use the potty without considerable help, and has no real bladder or bowel control. It’s more sit her on the potty, and wait until she goes in the potty, then clean her and back in a diaper. On the other hand, our dad insists we use the potty, and gets annoyed when we have accidents, although 7 or 8 year old girls do have accidents sometimes, he doesn’t quite understand. We sometimes have to use pull-ups or diapers during the day, because of accidents. Depending on our parents mood, we have to get our pull-ups check and have to tell them when we have accidents. When my sis and I are fighting, especially when one of us is back in diapers, things sometimes get out of hand. This was one of the times when things got complicated, was when It was one of those times, that our oldest sister Lisa, was visiting and taking forever in the shower, and Kelly had an accident in her pull-up while waiting for one of the bathrooms to become available. Our dad wasn’t expecting to change a poopy pull-up, and mom wasn’t home yet. I made faces at my sister, even though I was expecting to be diapered for bed, just like her and Aimee. Bath time and diaper time: After Kelly had cried in her room for half an hour, our mom returned and Kelly was taken to the bathroom, her messy bottom cleaned and bathed, then wrapped in a towel and carried to Aimee’s room, basically the nursery, and sat on a chair. Not long after, I was bathed by my mom, something that felt embarrassing at times, and wrapped in a towel, then carried to Aimee’s room, and placed on the changing table straight away. Aimee was laying in her bed, with a thick cloth diaper on, and a pacifier in her mouth. She seemed slightly amused, watching me, her older sisters, fussing and protesting being put in a cloth diaper for bed time. It didn’t take long for dad to come in to see what the fuss was about. “It’s a diaper. The sooner you get you’re diaper on, the sooner you can watch Netflix before bed.” he said. “Cloth diapers are so thick and uncomfortable” I replied, but my dad wasn’t interested in my complaining, especially since Kelly was already in her cloth diaper. Our younger sister often gets cloth diapers for bed, and doesn’t complain. She can’t talk, but she does get cry to and fuss. Our parents weren’t big on spanking us, but did from time to time. Being mean to Aimee, like calling her a baby, sometimes got us a spanking. Lisa came in with a bottle for Aimee, but silly me couldn’t resist poking fun at my sister, who was still upset about messing her pull-up. “Is that for Kelly?” She asked, trying to sound innocent but failing on the sarcasm. The glare from mom said it all. “Are you thirsty? It’ll help you settle down!” Mom replied, leaving little doubt that I wasn’t being kind, then handing me the bottle, and I started drinking. Even though Aimee needs to be bottle fed, mom sometimes gives us a bottle of warm milk in the evening to help us settle down for the night. “How many little girls are thirsty?” Lisa asked, with a hint of snarkiness. Mom whispered something to her, and she just nodded. It seemed like our mom wanted us to stop with the teasing, and diapering us in front of our little sister, is one way to get her point across without yelling and spanking us. While mom put us both in our pajamas, Lisa prepared more bottles. Something told us that our mom didn’t think we’d be dry in the morning. We drank our bottles, while Aimee was fed her bottle by Lisa, and she still seemed to giggle at our babying. Both Kelly and I have a love-hate relationship with babying, and being in diapers, especially cloth diapers. Our mom expects us not wet our pull-ups during the day, but will sometimes diaper us in the evening.

Well for the first time in 5 years I have my apt.to myself.Now I can sit around in just my diapers if I want.Befor I had to wear a long teeshirt over my diapers.Heck I can even sit around in a messy one as I am right now.SoI am LOVING it.

Hello everyone my name is Jason (JR).. I just turned 18 and as I was promised by my aunt I can make an account here. I am from Bronx New York and I am a diaper lover. I started wearing diapers out of laziness. I am a gamer, and as you gamers know you can't pause while playing live. I was 14 years old and having a battle. I was hopping up and down because I was holding in a good pee. My aunt standing in the doorway of the livingroom cackling like a hen hysterical laughing at me hands me a diaper. I looked at her kind of strange and the only words that came out of her mouth were "go baby, try them on". She turned around while I dropped my undies and put on the diaper. When I had the diaper on I told her it was okay to turn around. She came over to me and snugged the diaper up on me and told me to continue my game and went on about her business. I continued playing my game and within a few minutes I had the urge to pee again. I just relaxed and let the pee slowly fill up the front of my diaper. Now that was my introduction to diapers. Later during the year I learned all about diapers and how my aunt has been a diaper lover since she was my age. I was hooked. Now that my friends was my indoctrination to diapers. I am here to lend support for those my age and give you hope that you are not losing your mind. To all the bedwetters you are not alone.

So I’m married and my wife really only let’s me wear diapers around her for special occasions (birthday, etc.). Earlier in the year when everything started getting crazy with the pandemic, I was getting super stressed with my job (I work in the food service industry, and thus was considered essential). I asked her if she would let me wear every now and then. She said no, but she did say I could wear any time she wasn’t home. Fast forward to a few days ago. I got home after a morning shift and wanted to take a nap. She texted me to let me know that she was out running errands and that I should text her whenever I got up from my nap - sweet, few things are greater than a diapered nap! So I put on a Tykables Little Rawrs, and get in bed, but cannot fall asleep. Almost 2 hours go by, and I have another 30 minutes before my alarm is set to go off. I realize part of why I can’t sleep is because I have to pee, but I use my diapers sparingly so that they’ll last longer. I get up and take a few steps toward the door, and suddenly it opens! My wife stops, and I fall into a kind of squatting position and attempt to cover my diaper (yeah right, lol), and she turned around and closed the door. Frantically, I take the diaper off, fold it, and put it away. I walk out to our living room and apologize, thinking she’s going to be kind of upset with me, only for her to say, “I told you that you could wear when I wasn’t home, it’s okay!” I am a blessed man, indeed! Anyone else have a similar story?

Kerry, there are days when I’m not sure I’m not a lesbian little in this life. Or maybe that’s the pandemic isolation talking. Who knows. Also, Daphne is not a little. Just because she got her diaper changed in the middle of the night and ate breakfast on her wife’s lap and sometimes gets her bare bottom spanked in the church basement does not mean she’s a ... dammit.

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I just started trying out cloth recently, ( maybe for just a little over month now ? ) when I had been trying only disposables for about a year. mainly because I was very carious and had been on my to do list for a while, now finally got my chance, as right now I have two that are with Velcro hooks , also with a single pair of plastic pants, and I must say I was quite pleased by how nice they felt, very comfy, as in I really like the soft fabric feel of them, though do miss the crinkle sound you'd get from disposables ( though the plastic pants to sort of make up for it a little ) Sure, having to wash them after " usage " could start to be a bit of a hassle, ( I only tried them for going number one ) but the fact It can be a little less expensive then always buying disposables makes it pretty good still, ( still I love both types )they are defiantly however more what I'd wear if I am just going to to lounge around house and such and not bother to actually do my business in them. now I certainly would love to get a chance to try the kind that require safety pins of sorts just because ?

*sneaks up behind da cute_kittens and tags her with the ticklerobots target designator and waits until the device has obtained a perfect lock-on wif her da cute kittens.* "Now are you gunna release the next krampus fingies or am going to release the ticklerobot swarms all over your tickliest places?"

This made me think of the cat commercial. "I'm your cat, and ever since you brought me home, I've been plotting to destroy you." (422) Cat :30 | Allstate Mayhem - YouTube

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As they left and I returned to Beautiful. Beautiful asked "What was that all about, Denny still having a problem with Shannin's bedwetting?" "Nope was wondering how much sex was to much before you get pregnant." I said. "They going at it like Rabbits I take it?" Beautiful asked. "Yep, I had to tell them that all it takes is once. They didnt even know how Shannons's Cycle worked, she didnt even understand why she has a period." "You are kidding me?" "Nope she asked her mom why she had a period, her mom told her "Because you do!" She asked me why parents don't want to talk to kids about sex? I told her mostly they are embarrased. I think I need to go kick James and Shannon's mom's ass. Denny was just as clueless as Shannon was!" "Come on your an old tough guy. I bet you were not embarresed to tell them about sex!" Said Beautiful. "I think they got the mechanics of it down, I had to explain the timing. You know when to lay off like next Wednesday through Sunday. They should be good and not create any babies." "You told them about the best form of birth control!" Said Beautiful. "I also told them about an asprin being the best form of birth control." I said. "How does that work?" Beautiful asked? "You dont know how an asprin is the best form of birth control? I asked what type was you talking about?" "The rhythm method what you suggested. Now how does this asprin work?" Asked Beautiful?. "You take one asprin put it between your knees and hold it there!" I said. Beautiful got a smile then she began to giggle then it turned into a belly laugh. She snorted which got me laughing and her laughing more. "Stop, stop, I'm pissing myself!" I found this funny and started laughing more!" "Stop, Stop please!" Beautiful was pleading with me. I stopped laughing, I was still in the mood to laugh. Soon Beautiful was coming down. "Thanks I got to go get my diaper changed. I laughed so hard, an Asprin works to!" Beautiful said.

Hey! Here is the next chapter! You can find the final 2 chapters on my Patreon page! ❤️ So happy you all been enjoying the story so far! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Eight The miracle of life – is something that will stay in your mind forever. Even though he had a million thoughts going through his head, even though most of it was a blur, the car drive there, getting Samantha into the hospital and watching her be in the room, at that moment, he couldn’t concentrate. He was running on instincts alone. Whenever Samantha needed him, he was right there. When she was yelling at him, he didn’t let it bother him. He listened to everyone around and did exactly what he should do. However, when he looked back at it years later – it was clear as day. Except, he forgot all the confusion, all the panic, all the worry – and focused on the beautiful moment when his son was born. They named him Nathaniel. He was perfect. As soon as they set their eyes upon him, they were in love. He was so tiny and small. “You did amazing,” Jon said as he leaned down and kissed his wife. She worked so hard the past 10 hours laboring with their son, and it took her about thirty minutes of pushing for him to be born. Jon was amazed and not quite sure how she managed to do it all. “He is so perfect,” she said, tears of joy running down her face, “he’s got your little nose.” She said with a giggle, and Jonathan beamed. All his worries from before were washed away. His entire focus was now the little boy in front of him. “Do you want to hold him, daddy?” One of the nurses said he nodded his head, though he was a bit worried; he never held a newborn before. The nurses gently took him from Samantha and gave him to Jon, helping him support the little one’s head. “Hey buddy,” he said as he held onto his son, looking down at his pink body, “I’m going to do whatever I can for you. I’m going to protect you and love you to the best of my ability.” At that moment, the world was perfect. The next few months were quite hectic. Sleepless nights, getting up with the baby, bottles, diapers, and everything else in-between. Jonathan was so focused on the son, he no longer even thought about his lifestyle. He didn’t feel jealous when Samantha breastfed when she cooed at him when his diapers were changed. Jonathan was right beside his wife the entire time, dotting on his newborn son just as much as she was. “We made a damn good looking baby,” he said one day as he held him in his arm. “We sure did,” she said with a laugh, “although you were always cute, so I knew he was going to as well.” He blushed at those words, but his thoughts didn’t trickle back to wearing a diaper. At least not right then. For a moment, he thought his fetish days were behind him. That this was a new phase in his life, and he would no longer need that part of him. He was dead wrong, though. If he only had known that eventually, those feelings would come back, and they would come back with a vengeance. The urges became so strong that he found himself holding a diaper in his hands, moments from putting it on – before he shoved it away. By the time his son was a month old, he had thrown away all his stuff (without Samantha knowing). But, that didn’t help the urges. Samantha had come to him several times and asked him what was wrong; he just said he was tired and okay. But, he could feel himself pulling away from her. He was distant from everyone around him. He was moody. He couldn’t handle the stress of fatherhood as well; even though he loved his son too pieces, at times, it was too much to bear. It was to the point where Samantha stopped trying. It was apparent he was hurting her. He could see it upon her face, but yet he couldn’t open it to her. He watched her several times and wanted to open up his heart – but he was too afraid. He had no control over his life anymore. He felt like he was walking through a black tunnel, and there was no escape. Even though he knew there was away, and all he had to do was speak out. He knew that he couldn’t keep living like this. It was just as painful as if he told Samantha his feelings, and she told him they were done with the fetish stuff. He couldn’t sleep, he hardly ate, he took many sick days at work that they threatened to write him up. He was drowning in his own emotions. Could anyone save him? Was it worth it anymore? He felt like a burden to himself, his wife, and even his son. He felt like he wasn’t the person he used to be, the person he should be. He felt like a failure. Perhaps, it was best if he wasn’t there any longer. “Jonathan?” The voice was muffled. He was sitting on the bed, zoned out. He was wearing his work clothes still, not even having changed them. He turned his head to see Samantha standing there, her arms crossed over her chest and a look of concern spread across her face. “Jonathan. You know if anything is bothering you, you can tell me, right?” “I’m okay,” he said, trying to gather up his thoughts, “just been a busy day at work.” “I know there is more than that,” she said, “you’ve been really distant lately….is everything okay? Are you happy?” “I already told you,” he said with a sigh, “I’m fine.” “Jon….” Her words were soft now, and he could see tears forming in her eyes, “are you cheating on me?” “What?!” He retorted. “Well? Ever since our son was born, you’ve changed. You’ve grown cold, not as loving as you used to be. What happened? Just tell me, please. If you’re cheating on me, maybe we can…” “I don’t need to take this,” Jonathan said, knowing he was angry for no reason, but he couldn’t help it. It was like the lid of the bottle of emotions he held too tightly for so long was broken. He shot up and started to head for the door. “Where are you going?” She asked him. “I don’t know,” he said, “I just can’t be here right now.” He left her there, all alone. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing, He took a walk around the block, in a daze, trying to gather his thoughts together. He was an idiot. Why did he yell at her like that when she has done nothing wrong? He was the one that was pushing her away. He was moving her away because he was scared she would push him away. But, she didn’t know what was going on in his mind. He hit himself, feeling like a fool and a failure. He felt the hot tears burn his eyes, and he was no longer able to contain him. He fell onto the sidewalk and began to cry for a long time. Afterward, he felt a lot lighter. He knew it couldn’t keep going on like this. He needed to face the truth. For now, the darkness had grown too much, that at this point, he would instead her tell him she didn’t want to do anything more with him than go through this. He got up and wiped himself off before heading back home. “Samantha?” He said in a broken voice. “We need to talk.”

Titi Elle as your nephew I have always been honest with you. I remember the first time I saw you. I was only 15 years old and I was cheering Titi Eve on. In my eyes you are a beauty ! I have and still do have a schoolboy crush on you !! I saw you in a silk mini skirt and white hose and the sexy blouse and believe me you looked great. Over the years I have grown to appreciate beauty and being gay I still think you are the most gorgeous woman in my life. Titi Eve is gonna get mad, but I look at her as more of a mom, but she is still a great looking woman at 55 that takes great care of herself. I remember many times that you both came to pick me up at school and all the jaws dropping as you both hugged and kissed me. Those moments are so memorable and meant so much to me. I remember the seniors coming to me and asking " who were those hot babes that picked you up?" those were the only times I honestly can say I told little white lies. Titi Elle as a sissy or my aunt I still love you and that will never change. You have always been there for me and have held me and hugged me times when I felt being gay was wrong and you always told me to follow my heart and to never give up hope. Sharing moments like that with you shows that you gave me the inner power to never give up. I remember when I told both of you that I met a guy at the college interviews and how both of you hugged me and took me out to get some nice clothes for my first date. You both fussed over me and made me look so good that night and you put the keys to your truck in my hand and told me to have fun and kissed me on the cheek and left lipstick marks on my cheek and I never even knew till my boyfriend wiped it off me. I remember telling you about my first kiss and you cried. You both are so special to me. I am really glad Titi Eve met you and held on to you. You guys were made for each other and you both make me feel special. I appreciaite you so much. There are really no words to describe your inner beauty and the loving bond that the three of us share. Sissy or not you have made me feel special and I will try with my last ounce of strength to make you both proud. Believe me there are many men here that appreciate your beauty and honesty and the pride that you wield. You are all woman to me !!

Agreed - Crinklz for sure, they use a "tape-on-a-tape" system, so they don't rely on a reinforced "landing zone". In my experience, most of the Rearz products do have that clear plastic overlay at the front, except for the ones that come with Velcro-like tabs, which instead have a sort of textured landing zone. Most AB diapers have that reinforced zone so that the tabs can be pulled off and put back on; I have some plain white diapers that don't have the landing zone, but they are a one-and-done diaper - once you put it on, you aren't taking it off unless you want to engage in repair work with packing tape, because the front will be ripped and the tapes will be shot, if you take them off. They remind me of the pampers of my youth, though - back then, you couldn't undo the tabs without probably ripping the front of the diaper.

Now that Hamilton is coming to TV on Disney Plus, I figured I'd do a Hamilton-related meme. Ol' King George III here reminds me of all the times I tossed my supplies in the past, only to come right back again. Oceans rise, empires fall.......

Short story for those possibly interested in castor oil. I’ve never tried it before and I honestly don’t like the feeling of a messy diaper. my wife punished me last week by making me drink a dose of castor oil. She then diapered me and we waited as I went about doing chores. 2 hours later it hit me. I was sitting in my recliner and I stood up to grab something from the fridge but as soon as I stood up it all came sliding out. No warning, nothing. It just all came sliding out and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Once I finished going in my diaper, my wife let me go take a bath and get out the yuckiness I was wearing. The mess was very liquid and soft so as a result it got everywhere, front to back of my diaper. It took a while to clean up and I thought, yay I’m done. My wife informed me that I wasn’t and told me to lay down on the bed. I did so and was quickly rediapered. I assumed that castor oil was like an enema or something that is a one and done kind of thing. Unfortunately for me it’s not. The castor oil continued to work on me. Within twenty minutes of getting cleaned up and rediapered, I started messing again. This time an even bigger liquid mess than the first one. She made me stay in this diaper for another 30 minutes before I was allowed to clean up. I did finally get cleaned up and by the time I had finished cleaning up and getting diapered for a third time that night it was time for bed. We went to bed and I was clean and dry. I slept like a log and was woken abruptly the next morning by my wife telling me I stink. As soon as I started moving I realized that I had messed myself again while I slept. So my experience with this stuff is that I don’t like it. It’s far to unpredictable and even if I wasn’t diapered, it just comes sliding out so there would be no way for me to make it to the toilet without messing myself. i pray to god that if she decides to make me mess myself again it’s with an enema and not castor oil.

From the side logo it looks like it is from BBC, but I cant be sure.